Dad went in for his scan today… got all prepped up and, well, didn’t get the scan cos of turning green-to-white with every shade in between, and nearly hitting the floor.  He was taken over to the ER, where he had a CT scan, which showed that yep, it is his gallbladder, and it’s chock full o’ rocks.  Then there’s the persistent fever he’s had since last night on top of that, meaning infection.  I overheard his Doc saying his abdomen was “red hot”, IE, on the precipice of getting critical.  On the one hand, I’m not worried much, because I’ve been-there and done-that already, narrowly missing the complication of pancreatitis.  On the other hand, Mom is worried.  And that worries me.