My Questions for God

So, I have this list in my head of questions I will ask God later in the life hereafter. Some are intellectual (how he created animal instincts for instance), some are spiritual (things about everlasting life, the spirit, etc.), and some are sort of in response to life experiences (why ten fingers and ten toes, what really did happen to the dinosaurs, etc.) Today I added one more thing to my long list of questions. Why a gallbladder? Hum. It doesn't play much of a role in our existence so why does it need to be inside us anyway?

This question comes after I experienced excruciating pain today that left me gasping for air and reeling on the floor. Mike insisted we go to the doctor, but I have this thing about wanting to be doctor free for more than 6 weeks at a time, so even though I couldn't talk or walk, I refused. He couldn't take it anymore and put the kids in the car then came and put me in the car too. We went to Insta Care and they sent us to the Emergency room.

I was immediately given a room. They tend to freak out over post-pardum women who have chest pain and shortness of breath. I was given a list of possible problems- everything from indigestion to blood clots in my lungs. I was asked to do the whole strip-down-to-your-unspeakables-and-wear-this-ultra-thin-robe thing. Of course they pulled the curtain over, but the two nurses stayed right there staring at me and asking me all the questions. Hello? A little privacy. Isn't that what the curtain is for? Anyway, then about 7 more people came in putting pieces of tape all over me (I think they do that just for the pleasure of watching you tear it off your skin later). The other perfect strangers were lifting up my robe, stabbing me with needles- one of which burst a blood vessel- putting that STUPID oxygen thing up my nostrils, squeezing my arm as tight as possible to check my blood pressure, and at the same time asking a bunch of ridiculous questions like "When was your last period?" Um, just had a baby. Did you not get the memo? Oh, and what does THAT have to do with a possible gas bubble?

After all that, Mike came in. I was hooked up to an EKG machine and everything else they stuck on me, so I looked like I was dying. Luckily Mike has grown accustomed to me "almost dying", so it was no shock to him. They did tests and blah, blah, blah. An ultrasound was done and after all the results were back, the doctors words were "You have a bad gallbladder." Well then, why don't you give it a good talking to and send it to bed early? Wouldn't that be a good way of handling things? But no, I have to have it removed so the whole screaming in agony doesn't keep repeating itself.

So, my question to God is this: If a gallbladder can be removed from our bodies and we can live perfectly normal lives, why was it placed there in the first place? I sure can do without the pain of yet ANOTHER surgery. I decided today that I'm not going to be an organ donor. By the time I actually die it will be because I have no more usable organs!