Popcorn Gallbladder Novels & Stories

“Please! My grandmother is in pain!” They immediately took the old woman into the emergency room. Kimmy waited outside anxiously, pacing back and forth without stopping. After about thirty minutes, a doctor came out. “Miss Kimmy?” the doctor asked, looking at the file. “Yes, Doctor! How is my grandmother?” The doctor looked at her seriously. “Your grandmother is suffering from gallbladder inflammation — quite a severe case. There are gallstones that need to be removed through surgery. If not treated soon, it could cause a serious infection.”

"I don't know why I keep feeling nauseous. Maybe I'm too worried about my parents." "I know. Don't worry too much. Good things will come to good people. You call your mom every day, right? Once the pandemic passes, we'll go visit together." Matthew's care was meticulous. He even helped me with a fried egg. "Skip the yolk, okay?" Ever since I developed gallstones, I rarely ate egg yolks as they could trigger pain. "Let's send some money to them today. I'm afraid they might not have enough," I suggested.

He tells me. "Emergency surgery for what?" I ask, shocked. I am relatively healthy, what the hell. "With you not eating regularly, not sleeping properly, and the stress you have been under, your body is not working the way it is supposed to and you have developed gall stones. You have so many we have to remove your gall bladder." he explains. "How long will I have to be here? I have kids and a job to get back to." I tell him feeling a wavy of hysteria coming on.

We were like children happy to see the funny course of the production. "Isn't it cool?" I giggled. The popcorns came out nice and hot and buttery, but the problem was the machine wouldn't stop running, and we found out pretty quickly that we had put too much corn in it, so now it started flooding over to the kitchen floor. Then the machine made a weird noise before spitting out bright sparks instead of popcorn. We jumped up with a yelp.

“I’ll take that under advisement when I make my decision. Kindly explain what ‘condition’ it is that you think stressful circumstances is aggravating.” “I believe your wife may have an inflamed gallbladder, possibly cholecystitis,” the doctor replied quietly. “That would explain some of the symptoms you mentioned occurring in both situations. The pain in her abdomen. Nausea. Fever.” “And this inflamed gallbladder is a recurring condition, Dr. Chapman?” “It can be,” the doctor explained. “It can also be exacerbated in women when they’re pregnant.” Stopping short, Andrew stared at the doctor wide-eyed. “She’s pregnant?”

While chewing, I could taste a very distinct flavor, almost like honey. “Honey flavored,” he said, smiling warmly. “Do you like it?” “I…” My eyes went dark instantly and my heart dropped, but then my vision came back. “I don’t feel so good,” I confessed. Did the popcorn have something that I was allergic to in them? But as far as I knew, I was not allergic to anything. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you okay?” He reached for my hand, helping me to keep my composure.

Julia Johnson - Heather Elodi Maison The bowl of popcorn Sarah had been holding fell to the floor with a loud clatter, scattering kernels everywhere. “Oh, it just got worse,” I muttered.

Abigail asked, quite impatiently. Cara nodded her head. "Yes I am. But I am already registered to a hospital if that is what you want to know." "Oh no not at all. I just want to help you feel better." Abigail cleared the air. "So tell me, what did you eat before you threw up?" "I ate a hamburger. I have been having this craving for it for a while now so I thought I would just satisfy it while i can." Cara explained. "Hamburger… that means the oil irritated your stomach. You should abstain from anything that has oil for a while and see what happens." Abigail said to her.

“Nah, just a waste of time. I’m going to have to someone do that job, and it’s the girl my friend right here likes. She can do it, and I’ll just watch while eating popcorn.” “Make sure it isn’t garlic flavored, you might die first even before you see the ending.” “Stupid, there is no garlic popcorn.” Madison just chuckled as she walks away. Hunter looks at Aleister with a confused look. “Is there a garlic flavored popcorn?” “There’s even a barbeque flavored one. What makes you think that there is no garlic one?” Aleister said while shaking his head in disbelief. He walks away and left Hunter. Hunter just stood there and was still confused.

"What?" "What does that mean?" Claudia wasn't the only one who was confused by Woody's words. Even a professional doctor like Istvan was equally lost. Istvan was a surgeon who specialized in modern medicine. So, he naturally couldn't understand what Woody was talking about. "There's something wrong with the patient's soul, which caused a leak of his spiritual energy. It manifested as a dull pain in his right rib," Woody patiently explained. Istvan instantly argued back and said, "But Mr. George has yellowing skin, nausea, vomiting episodes, and lethargy. These are all the symptoms of gallbladder disease."