I had my gall bladder out in 1997 and still to this day I shit yellow food coloring like liquid about a hundred times a day. After my son was born, it all happened. Pain, ER, then surgery. No one told me that the I’d be best friends with every porcelin throne known to man afterwards. Not only did I have agonizing pain after the surgery for almost a year resembling the same attacks, but I couldn’t finish a meal without sweating and painting the bowl a nice canary yellow. It is many years later, and every time I get sick with an intestinal bug, I have a phantom gall bladder attack on top of it all. I’m glad it’s gone but the BS that went with it wasn’t that fun. To all thinking of the surgery, it pretty much has to be done so just find a good doctor who is honest and take care of yourself