Forget Waldo...Where's Abby??

So last Wednesday night, I'm at Kroger. In the "accounting room" with a really big safe and large amounts of cash to count. My cell phone rings, and it's my mother-in-law (aka Donna).

"I'm at your house......And Leah's in a lot of pain. I'm taking her to the E.R."

"Oh, crap. See you there."

So Wednesday night turned into Thursday morning. We rang in midnight in room 24 of the emergency room of Baptist East hospital (although technically, the "East" part has been dropped due to the absence of a "Central" location, but hey, this is the town of Memphis State University, right?!). What a nice gentleman that Dr. Enrique Guillermo was. No kidding.

You see, Leah's side was hurting a bit Tuesday night. She didn't really think anything of it and wasn't concerned. Started hurting a bit more Wednesday night. Thought it might be, uh, let's see......uh, gas. Before you armchair medics start screaming "appendicitis" at your 17" monitor--she had that out in high school. Turns out it was a grocery list of things:

• kidney infection
• bladder infection
• ruptured ovarian cyst

Ouch. So, Dr. Guillermo sent us home at 3 AM, complete with prescriptions for a pain killer and a "oops, did I forget to mention there isn't a generic" antibiotic. 25 bucks, 3 pills. That's $8.33333(to infinity) per pill. Damn, that crap better be good.

Thursday and Friday were days off of work, playing R.N. Fetching medicine, preparing cold wash rag after vomit session.....you know, all those things that seem to be the emotional polar opposite of standing on the ship deck, looking at the sunset over the tip of Aruba (did I mention that we've been there?). Saturday she eased back into normal activity and food, and by Sunday, she was as good as new. But had more laundry to do. : D