Diane wrote:Funny isn't it? **** seems to be the operative word concerning this whole mess.
I'm hoping to find many different ways to use my favorite term: "No ****, Sherlock!" It's all the more fun when you are my age and look like a sweet little old lady.
Even better was my uncle's aunt who would just swear at everybody in Finnish. They never knew what an old salt she was.
I sure hope you guys with the runs have more than one bathroom there for when BBB visits. I can just see all of you now having foot races running to the only john in the house to see who gets there first and who mops up. LOL! :wink:
Diane, as one who had an emergency gall bladder attack so severe I pulled to the side of the road and called 911 for an ambulance because I thought I was having a heart attack, I do not at all envy you the seven weeks of hell you've gone through. Once it was determined it was not my heart but my gall bladder, I didn't even get to blink before I woke up bladderless.
Which hospital are these witch doctors associated with? Were they trying to avoid surgery and waiting to see if you passed the stones or were they just idiots? Aren't nurses great? They sure make the doctors look good.
Post surgery, if you need one of those granny walkers (mine has wheels in the front) or a portable potty, I've got both. They were given to me after my tumor surgery, never used and still in the plastic wrap. Wouldn't take much to get them shipped to you since they don't weigh much and would save you some money.