Mom and Dad were visiting. It was late on a Friday night. I heard the loud thud and Dad crying out, “Diane! Are you OK?” Hopping out of bed, I rushed down the hallway to the bathroom and found my mom passed out on the bathroom floor. A quick assessment . . . things seemed OK for now. Vital signs normal. She was coming around. But this episode deserved a little investigation so I made a quick call to the hospital, spoke to an ER colleague, and within a few hours she was admitted for observation.
That very next evening, it was my turn. The sudden pain in my right flank was all too familiar. Another kidney stone! Excruciating pain! Puking! I was miserable! Again, another call to the same ER colleague as the night prior. A quick trip to the ER and within a few hours I was admitted to the hospital, one floor above Mom. In fact, she was directly below me. The next morning, just prior to a delightful procedure to remove my kidney stone, I was wheeled down to see my mom.
“Hi, Mom! I thought I would come down to visit.”
“What are you doing in that wheelchair?!! Are you OK?” Mom was surprised and worried like only a mother could be.
I explained to her my predicament and that I had a surgical procedure scheduled that morning to remove the stone.
“Sort of funny, don’t you think Mom?”
“What’s so funny about that?” She wasn’t amused.
“Well, this is the second time we’ve been hospitalized together.”
Mom . . . puzzled look.
“The first time, you were the one in labor. Now I’m the one in labor!”
Mom smiled. “Yes, honey. I guess you’re right. But my baby was way cuter than yours.”
So there you have it. I”m cuter than a kidney stone.
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