I just read some stuff about this lady who had her gallbladder removed and it sounds like hell.
"Grrr no coffee , no chocolate no dairy no high fats or deepfried foods no chips or processed foods not alot of wheat or gluten foods ! Hot or cold liquids hurt . Im bored outta my tree ! I cant sleep more and im never comfy ! I cant sing ,drive or stand for long before i hurt ! I miss my gallbladder ! I feel kinda lost NOT working ! And only god knows how but we gotta get things done !"
Obviously, when youโre living without a gallbladder, it can no longer store bile, as designed.
Bile is a liquid that helps you digest fatty foods. The gallbladder releases it into your small intestine. But, according to Dr. Brugge, when you are not eating for a long period of time, such as at night when you are sleeping, your gallbladder stores the bile. "The gallbladder holds maybe a cup of fluid," says Brugge.
However, when you remove the gallbladder, you remove the reservoir, Brugge says. So, even though you will have the same amount of bile in your body, you will not have as much bile in your intestine after your gallbladder is gone.
"The bile is constantly being delivered into your intestine instead of being stored," Brugge explains. In theory, this means that you will not digest food as well.
"But most animal species in the world don't have gallbladders," Brugge says. And your gallbladder is an organ you can live without.
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Originally posted by Manonfire
Yet u have never shown what u look like I can no take any advice from someone who puts another person down due to genetics but doesn't show himself
You got a point there.
I have called out infinityshock on this before. He will post a picture, and it will be that one of the phone in a vagina with Bill Krozby's user profile.
We've all seen it.
Only problem is he used that exact same pic on RDFRN except it was that forum instead of niggasinspace.
I have a running theory that RisiR and Infinityshock are the same person. He is truly an enigma, and a genius.
But he has never posted pics, not on this forum.
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Transexual Putin with a Vagina on the back is the next step in human evolution.
Eventually we will all be transexual putins with a back pussy like kinkou. And we will all have cocks and fuck each others backs giving a whole new meaning to "scratch my back"
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Originally posted by joerell
Fat people consume way too much food…during a war these individuals would be a great threat to the general population and military. They would be useless in battle and serve no purpose. Radical Muslims won against Russians by eating small amounts of food and people should begin to understand that obesity if unrelated to medical issues should be considered a mental illness.
Human Shields... chain a bunch of them together and promise them whoever lives gets unlimited merc donalds
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I park in around the block as instructed, the last time I was at Mash's house his dad tripped out and pulled a hunting rifle on me because I said some off the wall shit while on a bad acid trip. Problems avoided, I park up the street and climb through the basement window into the realm of Mash. It's a strange magical domain shrouded by an absence of drywall. I arrive after sunset and Mash is just waking up to a coffee cup full of stale steel reserve and non narcotic cough syrup. We shoot the shit for 15 minutes before we get down to business. Our business is smoking freebase cocaine and having a rap battle to the death and business is good. We smoke the cocaine though a car radio antenna that Mash has cracked off of his neighbors fully restored 1975 Olds Cutlass.
I exhale a fat toke of the freebase cocaine and me and Mash proceed to rap battle for a little bit. The cocaine loosens my inhibitions and the free style raps seem to come out of me effortlessly. Mash how ever is a talented musician with years of freestyle rap experience. Needless to say he totally roasts me. I begin to fiend for another blast of crack but Mash has hidden it away, when I ask him to break out another pair of hits and he calls me a leach in another freestyle rap. I get pissed and I sucker punch him in the side of the head.
Somewhere between two 24 oz steel reserves and a couple hits of crack skinny little Mash has learned to fight like an animal. As soon as my sucker punch landed Mash was hissing and swinging below my belt. I land another shot, this one firmly in his temple. He acts like he's going down, but instead takes a knee and uppercut blasts me in my testicles. Wide eyed, I buckle over, in such sever pain that I'm having trouble catching my breath. With a quickness Mash busts me between the eyes with an empty malt liquor bottle and I'm out. I try to open my eyes a few times but blood has pooled over them and coagulated.
I lie on the cool basement floor for a few hours coming in and out of consciousness before Mash awakens me and helps me remove the blood crust from over my eyes with a pile of Arby's napkins and a bottle of water. I apologize for sucker punching him and he says he's sorry he took it so far, and that he doesn't know what had come over him. He reaches into the blue plastic cooler we were keeping the beers in and hands me a chunk of ice wrapped in a dirty shirt. We share the last steel reserve and smoke a couple roaches he found in a shoe box under his playstation.
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