So I'm hanging out on Thursday night when suddenly it felt like my guts were actually on fire. I tried ignoring it, I took a warm bath, I put a heating pad on it, I had another sip of wine, but none of my home remedies worked, so I made hubby drive me to the hospital.
Except for a slight language barrier with the intake nurse (english, I spoke it, she didn't), I was content to lay in the triage area whining about my pain. Once my name was called, a nurse wisely suggested that I get in a wheel chair to go to my room. Now I've been to this hospital way more than I care to remember, why would I need a chair? Well the moved the emergency room. No problems but they ran out of money before they could move the intake area for the ER, so it was about half a mile from one to the other! I held my head high as I allowed petite, pregnant nurse push my huge ass self all that way, from one end of the hospital to the other.
I was getting settled in my bed and the nurse gave me the dreaded gown to wear. I was to take everything off except my underwear. Oops! Little problem, I wasn't wearing underwear! I had taken a quick bath and thrown some pajama pants on thinking I was going to bed next, not the ER. Chris said not to worry, because I would probably have to remove the underwear for the Dr. anyway, but somehow that did not fly for me.
Chris had underwear on & he was just sitting there! Decisions, decisions, did I want to be a no-underpants-wearing-to-the-ER kind of freak, or the Ralph-Lauren-too-small-for-me-boxer-brief kind of freak. I demanded that Chris hand over his underwear. Because he loves me & because he knows I can get bat-sh!t crazy when I'm in pain, he promptly handed them over.
Now with a clearer head I can see that wearing his too tight Ralph Lauren man pants just so the Dr. could tell me to take them off was a little out there, but hey, who's thinking clearly before they get the pain meds into you?
To be continued...
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14 comments:
Oh girl...you are too funny. I hope that you are ok.
Could you imagine the look on their face if they had walked in on him giving you his underwear??!! That is freaking hilarious!
omg, Mimi, I am CRACKING up!!!
I think I'd rather die of the pain at home then wear my husband's used underwear. You're a brave woman! And hopefully feeling much better!
awww now THAT'S love!!! i hope this is to be continued! i want to know you're ok!!
That's too funny the things we worry about sometimes.
Hope you're feeling better!
Oh crikey, that really painted a picture. LOL!!!
I vaguely seem to remember another story involving underpants and a certain Screaming Mimi ;-) What is it with you and underwear and precarious situations in public places? LOL
You definitely outbid me on the funny side of illnesses ;-)
Ohmygod! If this isn't proof enough for you that your husband loves you beyond reason, I don't know what is!!!
Besides laughing...how are you feeling now?? They know what's wrong with your guts, why aren't they relieving your pain??? Sorry you're still dealing with this!!!!
Hope you're feeling better now and whatever it was is a thing of the past!
Now, as for your husband, THAT'S Love with a capital "L!" I'm not sure my hubby of 26 years would risk his family jewels to an exposed pants zipper for my vanity! LOL
Oh my, I don't know when I have had such a good laugh! You are totally hilarious! I do hope you are all right!! Please keep us up to date.:)
I hope that your feeling better. As an EMS worker I do always remember to put clean underwear on when ever I go out even if I didn't get the chance to shower that day. LOL. But I should know better if I an in an accident that the EMS people working on me and are going to see my underwear that means they are cutting them off so I shouldn't care. But I completely get the underwear thing. How cute that your hubby gave your his. I hope your on the mend.
"Chris had underwear on & he was just sitting there!"
LOLZ!!!!!!!!!!!
HILARIOUS!!!
Kerri
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