The Flintstones

Yesterday I ate about a million oreo cookies and didn't get sick to my stomach. It was wonderful.

Scotland called me and said he would like a ride home when I got off work. Ok.

When I picked him up, he said he wanted to be taken to an urgent care facility. His forehead was all slick and shiny with salty sweat. (alliteration) He said he was sick. Off we went, me and the sicky, and when we walked into the waiting room, I announced "He needs to see a doctor" and then realized I didn't know why. Meanwhile, Scotland was scouting out the waiting room for an appropriate vomit catching receptacle. And then he proceeded to use it. Right there in the waiting room. It was no bueno. When he pulled his head out of the black garbage can he was clutching, he quipped to the office girls "Bet you guys love hearing that" and promptly ducked back into the garbage can for another round.

I couldn't help it. I started laughing.

They ushered him back to a room right away while I proceeded to fill out the paperwork with all the wrong information. My specialty is wrong information.

Then I skipped back into the room he was in to see what was going on. The poor dear, bless his heart (Scotlands favorite phrase is bless his/her heart) was all shiny again, chewing ice chips and standing over the air vent while waiting for the nurses/doctor to fix him. He went to the bathroom probably about 18 times over the next two hours. The doctor poked and prodded and then sent us to the hospital for a CT scan. After that, they gave him three shots in the bum and three prescriptions for additional drugs, and were ready to send us on our way.

Do you want to know the diagnosis, or in medical terms, dx? Should I have ended that sentence with a question mark? Am I done asking questions? Yes.

He has a kidney stone and a gal stone! A two for one deal! Yay!

So after he tried tipping over once or twice as we loaded him into the car, I took him home and put him to bed.

When he woke up a little later, I told him we needed to name the stones! How about Blarney stone?!?!? Or rolling stone?!?!? Or sharon stone!?!?! Or flintstone!?!?!?! (that one was my favorite) He seemed only vaguely amused. And then he told me he wanted to name it Norma Stone. I felt a little sad, I mean who names their kidney stone after their boss? I told him I would call it EEEEENormaSSSSS Stone. He didn't name the gal stone yet. It is still under consideration. Any thoughts?