So as most of you all know, I had my gallbladder taken out on Thursday. Well by Friday evening, I was hurting so bad my wife had to take me to the ER. After setting in an ER room for 36 hours, they finally decide to admit me, because they have no idea what's wrong. Well, then they kick me out of the room I had because I was going upstairs, but they didn't have any rooms, so I got to set in the hall for a few hours. Finally on Sunday morning, yes that's right I went in on Friday, and they put me in a room on Sunday. Nthen do a CT, Mir, X-rays, and finally a hyde scan(sp)... Come to find out my surgeon messed up and didn't clamp one of the bile ducts good, so inwas leaking bile all in my abdominal cavity. I get to go back to surgery to have an EGRCP... Then they sent me home. I get home, and guess what I find. The babysitter that was watching the kids while I was gone, needed a power strip, and borrowed it off of my frag tank, because she didn't see any fish in it, so she thought it was ok. So not only am I in severe pain, I get to come to find all my new corals dead, Let's just say, if she wasn't my wife's friend, she would be buried in a field somewhere...