I'm trying to find just the right way to tell you this story, since it was hysterical at the time and it's just not as funny when I'm not covered in a cold sweat, with my car seat reclined all the way back, AC and country music blasting in the middle of a random Meinecke parking lot sipping a cold Coke that a bewildered Boudreaux in dirty coveralls just brought me.
Let me back up. =)
Okay, so if you know me at all you know I have a pretty delicate constitution when it comes to medical stuff. I actually ask my doctors to go into as little detail as possible when they're explaining things and to avoid a certain three-letter "p" word. I can handle the term "infectious fluid" a little better...it's ridiculous I know. I'm a grown woman. I've given birth to two children, and thank heavens both time happened the way they did because I might just die if there were staples in my stomach. I can't think about it!
So anyway, I made a really yummy butternut squash soup for one of our playgroup friends who just had her tonsils out and an overcooked (due to a poorly timed red ant attack) lasagna for her family. As I was finishing explaining the ant situation, she showed me her throat. Oh my GOSH. It is so horrible, I can't even describe it. It looked like a nightmare and I swear to you if it hurts HALF as bad as it looks...forget water boarding. Tonsilectomy at (barely) thirty looks like it would be a more effective torture option.
So, as I was driving I couldn't get that image out of my head, try as I might to think of something, anything, else. Five miles down the road, my ears started ringing too loud for me to hear the music and I started to black out...so instead of getting in a huge wreck and killing us, I pulled into the first parking lot I could. After several minutes of AC therapy, I could hear again...still didn't really want to sit up or open my eyes, but the Coke was helping and I realized how ridiculous I was, passed out in a car repair parking lot over a half-second glance at (hell!) Kim's post-op throat.
Okay, maybe I was wrong. It's STILL pretty funny. =)
Other friends, be warned.
4 comments:
HAHAHAHA..... I love it. I LOVE it- and I know that is not very nice. But the fact that you could laugh at yourself WHILE it was happening takes the cake. Oh Lizzy..... I love you. :) THis was AWESOME!!!!
okay - so i find this REALLY funny!!! mainly because you and i must share the same stomach/brain when it comes to stuff like this. i can't handle medical stuff AT ALL!!! when my mother-in-law was going through chemo she showed me her port and moved it around a little...and at that, i had to run to the bathroom because i was in a cold sweat and dizzy...totally going to throw up!!! one of the guys here at work had a major surgery and he wanted to show me something that runs down his neck (won't tell you because thinking of it makes me sick) and i told him to stop halfway through the talk because i was getting sick!!! AND my dad has screws in his ankle and just watching him rub them makes me vomit!!! ooohhh - it is horrible...so i totally understand your issue...and sorry, but i find it really funny...because i completely get it!!! :)
OMG - Liz - I AM SO SO SO SORRY! I had no idea! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! The soup was yummy - I forced down two bites - thank you!
I oft felt that way after my own tonsilectomy. There is a good reason we do this to children... it's not the same as to an adult! EEK! Anyway, I can tell you that mine looked ten times worse than it felt. Anyway, I have to say, it is about the grossest thing I've ever seen and I've seen some icky stuff. I won't tell you about that though. Anyway, good on you for pulling over. I passed out driving once and rear-ended a Buick, which rear-ended a truck (truck fine - buick SQUISHED) and then bounced over and took the bumpers off of SIX brand new Jeep Cherokees. It was a spendy little accident.
I am glad you're all ok. How scary that must have been for you while driving.
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