Not without warnings. Everyone told me to be good, and follow the rules as set out. Boring, Boring. I, of course, knew better. Just one little indiscretion ..... what can it hurt? Put a tiny bit (honest ... not a lot) of parmaesan cheese on my spaghetti and plain tomato sauce to add some zest to my insipid diet. Well, now I've gone & done did it!!! Awoke the sleeping panther and agonized while it ate itself up.
Herein after, I do so solemnly swear to be good to my gallbladder and pancreas and eat no fat or dairy again, until such time this insidious gland is removed. So, please my friends, do not invite me out for lunch or dinner. Restaurants frown upon serving up porridge or cheerios midday.