Roger L. Simon


The night before last, while eating dinner with my family in Barone’s Restaurant in the Valley, I felt acute pains in my chest and stomach. At first I thought it was too much pizza, but it soon felt like more than a case of heartburn. On the advice of my doctor, I headed over to Cedars-Sinai Emergency, trying to tell myself I wasn’t having a heart attack. I wasn’t.

I had gallstones. I am now sitting in the hospital, waiting to have my gall bladder taken out — a relatively routine operation. See y’all next week, when I’ll do some stoneblogging, hopefully with jokes.

(Posted for Roger by Charles.)