surgery.

My dad called a few hours ago, and said that my sister found a way to get out of christmas shopping...she's having her gallbladder out. Jeez. The poor kid's only twenty-two, and she gets to have surgery not only a few days before christmas, but her birthday as well (which is on the 28th). My doctor friend says that it will probably be the new fancy kind where they poke three holes, and suck everything out through them instead of slicing her all up. This way she'll just end up with three band aids. It must be pretty serious though, since she just went to the hospital this morning, and they're operating at 2. Let's just hope that she already got my present.