Last week, I hauled my wife over to the ER because her doctor thought she might be about to suffer a heart attack. He called ahead, and they were all ready. Five hours later, after all the tests came back and she still hadn't croaked, they decided that it might be an ulcer, as apparently the symptoms can be similar. She got somewhat better, then went downhill again, so it was over to urgent care yesterday evening. Well, it turns out that there's a bacterium that causes an ulcer, which the lab people can determine from a stool sample. So they gave her a container, all labeled and everything, and it was home again home again, jiggety-jog. She had an uncomfortable night, and spent most of today abed.
But she had made her deposit, which was supposed to be returned to the lab. The container was discretely placed into a brown paper lunch-bag, and stuffed into the freezer overnight. As I had a couple of errands to run anyway today, I decided to run the stuff over so that she could continue to rest. But after removing the bag, a thought occurred to me - unusual, I know.
Bag in hand, I trudged up the stairs and peered into the bedroom, holding the bag behind the stairwell wall, and said to her, "You know what?"
"What?"
Revealing the bag and holding it toward her, I thundered: "I've had just about enough of your shit, woman!"
Made her laugh.
