So, Tommy Boy woke me up at 1 o'clock (that's right- AM!) on Saturday, the beginning to our holiday weekend, and tells me his side hurts and he needs to go to the doctor. He had gone through all of his medical books, and decided he had kidney stones. Now, I half-way open my eyes, and in my head I'm drifting back a few years to when my sister had kidney stones. She's got a massively high tolerance for pain, but I remember her not looking so hot when she was passing the stones...so I proceed to tell Tommy that he needs to be sicker than that if I'm going to believe he's got kidney stones, and to go back to sleep (did I mention waking me up is NEVER a good idea if you want sympathy?? lol, poor guy!) . So anyway, he spends a sleepless night and finally wakes me up again at 5 in the morning to request another doctor visit. This time I give in, and...
Uh-huh, that's his hospital bracelet! The CT scan confirmed that Tommy did, in fact, have kidney stones, and actually finished passing them before we made it to the hospital to get him some pain drugs! Now I officially know that I am married to one tough guy ;)
3 comments:
oh my goodness Whit!!! You are a meanie!! I have had kidney stones and they are killer!! Poor guy, but you definitely have a tough one! :) hehehe
Ouch!!! That would hurt so bad. I like that he looked up his conditions and then came to you that night and told you what he had. Poor guy! Your birthday is almost here!
Well, I can tell you from experience that kidney stones are probably the closest thing to being in labor! Tommy--remember that pain so that you will be super sympathetic to Whitney when the time comes!
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