Eden M. Kennedy has acted impulsively in ways she now regrets.

I love posting about my health on the Internet because Hey! Free diagnosis! A couple of years back I was kind of depressed and tired, the Internet decided it was my thyroid. My doctor didn't agree, and, frankly, neither did my thyroid, but the comments were great.

Now this whole gallbladder thing has been a real education. Because y'all convinced me to finally get an ultrasound. Actually, a pretty good three-and-a-half-on-a-scale-of-ten pain on my right side that lasted for about twelve hours made the phone call. And guess what they found. Nothing. Nothing!

So either the herbs and acupuncture worked and I passed a gallstone, or, continuing with the theories of Dr. John "You're diverting all your anger into your lower back so you won't have to feel your emotional pain" Sarno, Christiane "align your chakras and cure your PMS" Northrup, and George "put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip, and get on board the mothership" Clinton, my emotional body needs a love transfusion.

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