GoinBackToCali
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Got my hunny off to work, and the boys off to school. Got a load of laundry on and laid down for a few. I started having a dull ache on my left side. Couldn't get comfy fer nuthin'.
45 minutes later.. the pain has migrated to my front side, I am sprawled out on the living room floor.
Screaming...
Writhing...
Crying...
Phone rings...
It's my mom...she's convinced im constipated, and I need to go find a meat baster and some soapy water and some Vaseline.
*Yanno what Mom... I think I will just take my chances and tempt the reaper here... thanks for the advice..*
Weirdo...
So then she keeps calling me literally ever 5 to 10 minutes telling me to eat this.. and drink that.. and massage my stomach.. and apply heat.. and stop, drop and roll or some such nonsense..
"Yeah Mom.. I'll get right on that as soon as I get over the the overwhelming urge to throw myself in front of a semi....massaging my fat roll while rolling around and eating bon bons..*
GAWD LEAVE ME ALONE WOMAN!!!
So the cat is even looking at me like I am disturbing his slumber...*Woman please*..
'Bout this time.. Rick.. the ex calls... *What's the matter with you? What's up your butt today?*
My retort?
*Well if my mom had her way... a meat baster and some soapy water...*
*Pardon?*
*Nevermind... I need to call my husband..the new one...goodbye*
So Squidz answers... *Omg... what did you eat.. do you need a laxative or something?*
Why in the HECK does everybody think I am irregular...
I am regular.. like clockwork.
Then my mind flashes to him with the glove to the shoulder and him palpating a cow..
*Please just come home before I die and the cat feasts upon my bones*
My mom calls 3 more times in the 24 minutes it takes him to get home.. the last phone call went something like this...
STOP FRIKKIN CALLING ME... I AM IN PAIN.. YOU'LL GET A CALL WHEN IM DEAD OR BETTER.. YOUR IRRITATING THE CRAP OUT OF ME...GOODBYE!
So she texts me..
*Well if I am irritating the crap out of you.. that most likely will solve your problem now won't it..*
Funny mother......
Long story short...
I didn't have to go to the bathroom thankyouverymuch.. got me a lovely Demerol shot, got me some blood work, some urine tests, and a CAT scan..
And in between the blood/urine tests and the CAT scan the pain subsided..
My CAT Scan revealed dilation.. which means I had passed a kidney stone....and also showed a buncha smaller ones..
Just imagine my mood had I heeded my mother's advice..
45 minutes later.. the pain has migrated to my front side, I am sprawled out on the living room floor.
Screaming...
Writhing...
Crying...
Phone rings...
It's my mom...she's convinced im constipated, and I need to go find a meat baster and some soapy water and some Vaseline.
*Yanno what Mom... I think I will just take my chances and tempt the reaper here... thanks for the advice..*
Weirdo...
So then she keeps calling me literally ever 5 to 10 minutes telling me to eat this.. and drink that.. and massage my stomach.. and apply heat.. and stop, drop and roll or some such nonsense..
"Yeah Mom.. I'll get right on that as soon as I get over the the overwhelming urge to throw myself in front of a semi....massaging my fat roll while rolling around and eating bon bons..*
GAWD LEAVE ME ALONE WOMAN!!!
So the cat is even looking at me like I am disturbing his slumber...*Woman please*..
'Bout this time.. Rick.. the ex calls... *What's the matter with you? What's up your butt today?*
My retort?
*Well if my mom had her way... a meat baster and some soapy water...*
*Pardon?*
*Nevermind... I need to call my husband..the new one...goodbye*
So Squidz answers... *Omg... what did you eat.. do you need a laxative or something?*
Why in the HECK does everybody think I am irregular...
I am regular.. like clockwork.
Then my mind flashes to him with the glove to the shoulder and him palpating a cow..
*Please just come home before I die and the cat feasts upon my bones*
My mom calls 3 more times in the 24 minutes it takes him to get home.. the last phone call went something like this...
STOP FRIKKIN CALLING ME... I AM IN PAIN.. YOU'LL GET A CALL WHEN IM DEAD OR BETTER.. YOUR IRRITATING THE CRAP OUT OF ME...GOODBYE!
So she texts me..
*Well if I am irritating the crap out of you.. that most likely will solve your problem now won't it..*
Funny mother......
Long story short...
I didn't have to go to the bathroom thankyouverymuch.. got me a lovely Demerol shot, got me some blood work, some urine tests, and a CAT scan..
And in between the blood/urine tests and the CAT scan the pain subsided..
My CAT Scan revealed dilation.. which means I had passed a kidney stone....and also showed a buncha smaller ones..
Just imagine my mood had I heeded my mother's advice..