If only that were true for everyone. One of the biggest mistakes I ever made was having my gall bladder out. I was admitted on a Thursday morning with the idea that I would be back to work on Monday. Well to say things didn't go well is a huge understatement. Outpatient surgery turned into me being admitted Thursday night and leaving Sunday morning AMA. And, before you say it, no they didn't split me open like a watermelon. They punched the 3 holes into my gut.
So I'm home, out of work, for 5 weeks. At the end of the 5th week I was finally able to eat solid food and keep it down. Up to that point, well let's just say Bill Cosby can keep his darn pudding. So I'm at work, still having to watch what I eat. My body waste smells are burning the hair out of my nostrils and peeling paint.
The powder the Dr. gave me to help with the enzyme production is worse than the problem. After 6 months things begin to ease off. But for another 2 years any solid food had me running to the toilet. Sometimes before the meal was finished.
It hasn't been a fun venture and I curse my Dr., literally to his face, for having me go thru that. After all it was just 1 night of pain that I would rather put up with than the hades I went thru.