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Gentle Reader,

I broke up with my gallbladder last year.

We had intense, irreconcilable issues.

It’s amazing, the pain that one tiny little organ can cause. It’s also amazing how the lack of that organ changes everything related to eating. Used to love peanuts, almonds and pistachios. Can’t stand the sight of them now. Couldn’t handle yogurt a few months ago. Now it’s my best friend. Something that I usually love, like fresh, cool tuna salad, can quite suddenly look as appealing as mud without warning.

The biggest change has to do with the way I feel if I go too long without eating. The sensation is basically like having a stomach flu with an added dose of dizziness  Worst part? Fighting the dry heaves.

Pardon the TMI.

I got busy at work today and neglected to eat my snack, so by the time lunch rolled around, I was well on my way to hours of feeling icky (which is just now fading). The weakness in my knees and hands, something I have long known to be a warning of low blood sugar, should have prompted me to take care of things before lack-of-gallbladder kicked in, but I kept pushing the feeling aside.

I’ll get it in a minute.

Flawed thinking. Need to deal with it NOW.

So, too, anxiety. I let it build. One little thing on top of another. One comment, one deadline, one news broadcast. Soon I’m bubbling over with fears and sorrow; my mind lurches along, trying to cleanse itself. This is death. The mind ruled by the Spirit is the mind that faces up to and deals with the fears NOW. In the safety of His arms.

My journey to faith. (15)