this week i have quite the experience to tell involving taking a trip to hell and back. the last two weeks before last i was in the hospital with 7 life threatening gull bladder stones the size of dimes. unfortunately the reason why i almost died is because they waited so long to try and remove one of the stones that was trapped in my bile duct. which when they did try they failed and made things worse by giving me pancreatitus. which is inflation of the pancreas. they apparently had to wait for a week in order to get that infection which they caused out. in that time the one extremely large stone passed and created more problems with my bile duct. backing up the bile into the liver and also creating problems with that. i was unfortunately also almost starved to death as they didn't even give me IV nutrition for over a half a week. after the surgery to remove my gull bladder which was a half a week ago you i couldn't move or speak without feeling like im just gana die. after i started to recover from this... i noticed that my windowsill was void of get well cards or balloons or anything. made me think what my life was to the people around me. this was what happened to me this past two weeks.