Things you never want to hear from your culinary school graduate son who is working in a restaurant kitchen calls on the phone at 10:30 at night:
"Mom, I need to go to a doctor RIGHT NOW."
Turns out no body parts were severed, no blood was spilled and no real crisis was brewing.
He's just a hypochondriac with a ...uh ... well ... ahem ... a personal problem.
A little sitz bath, and we cleared that right up.
After I killed him.
Monday, June 15, 2009
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Wait a minute, he was calling from WORK? Wasn't he worried that his coworkers would give him a little grief?
hahahahahaahhaah! Okay, I shouldn't laugh, but I can't help myself.
Oh No!
Boys. They're such babies.
AHAHAHAHA.....
I bet he was a little embarrassed when it turned out not to be a HUGE deal
Now I think it's sweet he called his mom :)
Tee heee heeee!!! I can't help butt laugh!!;)
That is so not funny. I have been there. I have done that. And then I had the surgical remedy. Which was even less funny. You know, you never know how many times a day you go potty until you've had that surgery. THEN you find out. And you can sympathize with women - after all, you haven't LIVED until you've given birth three times a day. For almost a week.
So GLAD the sitz bath was the solution.
Just like a man to react that way...
Men can be such babies! HAHAHAHA!! Glad mom knew what to do.
Lol. If they had to have the babies...
OK, I have to admit, it's been a while since I chuckled out loud at a post. Until now. Thanks for the visual, er I mean laugh!
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Well, first of all, I think it's AH-dorable that he still calls his mom. Our boys coming full circle and realizing that the Truth lies within their mothers (always), is a grand thing! So, Bravo you!
Second of all, I know exactly what you mean... My boys always start out with, "Mom!! There's something really, really wrong", with that, "I'm a lost-cause, no one can help me now because it's already too late" tone, which always makes my heart stop.
Last week, ten minutes after I delivered $22.00 worth of cough/cold medicines and a bottle of Tylenol to my youngest, he INSISTED he just had to see a doctor. So I made the appointment, paid the co-pay ($25.00) and guess what? His doctor told him that WHAT HIS MOTHER ALREADY PROVIDED IS ALL HE NEEDED TO KICK THIS COUGH because he didn't need an antibiotic.
But if I hadn't made the appointment and he had Swine flu, I would never had heard the end of it.
Kids... But I still think it's great that they call us!
Ay yi yi. Poor thing. I'm so glad you knew exactly what to do.
Oiy...and ouch all at the same time. Glad the sitz bath worked.
I would have jumped to worst-case scenario, too!
AFter 9 or so years in the restaurant industry.. my heart stopped, too! HOLY COW>
Is his backside stripped raw yet? BAd, BAD boy.
My daughters call me often, say, three or four times a week, to chat and tell me about their day. My son---calls me only when he is on his deathbed or his wife is threatening to leave him. Sometimes I cringe when I see his phone # in my caller ID because it immediately makes me wonder what is wrong.
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