Doesn't my Gallbladder Weigh Something?

Today is day five of my vacation.  Okay where the hell did it go!  On the plus side, Mr. Bill is home from the hospital, he returned to the cancer center today,  his third treatment for bladder cancer, is still in an upright position, although slightly exhausted, a little bit cold, but smiling and his finger is working fine navigating the remote through the numerous channels of "nothing to watch" on the TV.  Today's temperatures warmed to around seventy-two degrees.  After a few hours of outside work, cleaning up the plants that did not survive the freeze, Mr. Bill headed into the house, exhausted.  Through all of this, the appetite has not waned.  As we arrived for his treatment today, a certain ritual must be followed.  First a questionnaire.  The Egg-Nazi always complains about filling out the same form week after week, questioning the big...WHY?  Question #1-Have you had any surgeries since your last visit?  Aha...absolutely.  Gallbladder removed!  Question #2-Have your meds changed since your last visit? Aha...Aha....absolutely a double whammy...Go ahead Mr. Bill...list them.  He makes a gross face at me, never will he complain about this form again!  As he finishes the form, he is called.  Oh no a new nurse!  "Where is my friend Linda?" he questions.  "On vacation, I am your nurse today, is there a problem?"  Caught slightly off guard and probably still showing signs of the drugs in his body, the quick wit misses a click.  "Oh..okay" he mumbles as he nervously looks at me.  She puts us in a little room, closes the door,"Jesus, she is scary!" Mr. Bill laments.  As I giggle, he looks at me and laughs, "For Gods sake another one that's going to look at my winky, the whole G-damn world has seen it lately!"  By now I burst into laughter, Scary Nurse enters the room, not even cracking a smile,"Care to share the joke? she wise cracks.  "Not really" Mr. Bill replies.  Scary Nurse presses on and I see the quick wit surfacing.  "It isn't nice to laugh behind some one's back" she says very slowly. "My winky is afraid of you!"  Mr. Bill carries on just as she had.  OMG...I am trying not to,laugh...she isn't sure what to say so she smiles and leaves.  The Egg-Nazi just grins!  When she returns, she must have taken a nice pill, her mood completely changed.  I think Mr. Bill was glad...because I said "Now you've done it, go ahead and really tick her off.  She will come back with a longer and bigger tube to stick in your winky...then who will be laughing...scary Nurse!" 

Aside from the questionnaire, Mr. Bill very much in hurry to get weighed.  He figured..no food from Saturday night until Wednesday morning, he had been suffering from nausea, so there was nothing left.  Also fitting into his calculations..."My gallbladder has to weigh something, it's gone, so maybe I will have some sort of weight loss."   Prior to entering the room, Scary Nurse told him.."Step on the scale."  Yeah he is up three pounds!!  Nice Mr. Bill.  I figure all those intravenous bags, you were hooked up to...at least five were put through your system, at about a liter a bag...yeah that's about right...Mr. Bill not a happy camper!