Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Today proved to be an unusually bad Monday here at Port Swiller Manor, as I found myself jerked out of the dreamless in the middle of the night by the Middle Gel, who was doubled over in pain.
A bleary drive to the emergency room and hours of sitting around between tests later, the docs pronounced that it was probably a kidney stone.
Regular friends of the decanter may recall my posting here before about the Eldest Gel suffering from the same condition. To paraphrase Lady Bracknell, to have one nephrolith-ridden child, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to have two looks like carelessness.
And now, if you will indulge me, I’m going back to bed. (Yawn.)
UPDATE: D’OH! It just got worse. I’m resigning from the board of St. Marie of the Blessed Educational Method and I just now remembered that tonight is the dinner at which they officially cut me loose. I wasn’t much looking forward to the thing anyway (I grow more reclusive as I age), but in my semi-zombie state it’s going to be even harder to keep from, ah, squinting.
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March 16, 2015 at 9:23 pm
NOVA Curmudgeon
Hope the GEL is feeling better and that you survived the social obligation.
March 18, 2015 at 1:26 pm
nightfly
I second well-wishes for Middle Gel.
March 20, 2015 at 11:27 am
Robbo
Thanks, guys. She’s better now. The ding-a-ling wasn’t drinking enough water.