My visit to the hospital was due to chest pain. After thinking about it for a bit of time we thought it was best to head to the ER. They took me in immediately as usual and hooked me up to all sorts of stuff as I was having horrible back pain as well. I was so weak I could hardly stand for a chest x-ray. After the needle lady came in there was blood all over my arm, the side of the bed and the floor. I asked her if she'd done this before and her response was "no, they sent me up from food service". My response was "I thought so". They were all very nice. Every time they'd give me medication for the pain I'd feel as though I had to vomit but I'd rather die than throw up. They gave me the lovely vomit bucket which was nice but difficult to carry around for different tests so I figured I'd wear it as a hat. I also told them that in a theater, a bucket of popcorn this size would bring $20. They did all the tests to make sure I did not have an aorta issue and every time they'd give me medication the urge to use my bucket arose but rest assured, I'd rather die.
After they ruled out everything they gave me some medication for nausea and sent me home. Having not eaten all day I said to Steve that we should go to Culvers. We stopped for a prime rib sandwich and a turtle sundae. I took one bite of the sundae and couldn't eat another bit of it. As we neared our house after my wise choice of dinner, we got to the corner of Clancy and Highway N, just up the road from our neighbors (whom we NEVER see) I told Steve to pull over, and I mean it, pull over now. I exited the car and got on my hands and knees and proceeded to relieve myself of my prime rib sandwich in our neighbor's front yard, Not once, but twice and I had left my popcorn bucket at the hospital. Keep in mind we never see these people on the corner and pass their house everyday countless times. While Brian was on hands and knees ridding himself of his Culver's dinner, who comes out of the house but the people who we never see. Low and behold, there was a large man puking in their front yard. The only thing I could think of was "I hope they don't think I was drunk".
We got home and I passed out with a major fever. Steve told me I was panting like a dog. Well, being on all fours, who knows. Steve said I was hot to the touch. I suggested he make fajitas on my forehead. It was not a good thing and I got my flu shot.
As to Steve's photo next to mine.... We were working in the basement and Steve was installing base cabinets and attaching the new countertops to the base cabinets and as we were ending for the evening he began to experience pain. We will just say pain! We thought it was because he's significantly older than me and this was too much work for the old fossil. He went upstairs took a shower and thought a good nights sleep would do it. Well, as long as he didn't move he was fine. If he moved, let's just say we thought he had a hernia. It got worse and worse so we took him to the ER for a most embarrassing examination. It was one of those, turn your head and ----------. He was in a lot of pain so they doped him up, the only way to live a good life now a days. After some tests they told him what was wrong and sent him home. Let's just say he did not get the popcorn bucket nor did he puke in the neighbor's front yard. And that is all I will share
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