Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Gastric Distress

I realize that I'm on a sickness tangent ... but I had another flash back. I shuddered as I recalled a night, somewhat like tonight, around 11 years ago.  (Sorry, I couldn't help myself, with Halloween just past, it feels like I'm telling a ghost story...)  I had recently given birth to my daughter Madeline and was just getting back to business. The hostess was expecting a BIG crowd. I remember her being very concerned that there would be enough seating. I always tell my hosts, "I have NEVER had a party where we had to turn people away at the door because they didn't fit!" But she rented chairs anyway!

 So I arrived at the party about 30 minutes early and started setting up my table. A couple friendly faces started to arrive, including my high school friend, and her mom, and a couple other ladies I knew. All of a sudden, I started to have shooting pains near my stomach and radiating into my back. I was near doubled over and swiftly dashed to the restroom. I was certain that my body was under attack, but did not know what was going on. As I was sitting on the stool, I looked down and to my surprise I saw a magazine rack full of Playboy magazines. In the first floor powder room? Really?? Anyway, back to the pain. I was sweating and whimpering, and finally someone knocked on the door to ask if I was ok. I opened the door and told them if I wasn't better in about 10 minutes, I would consider calling the ambulance.

Luckily, the pain subsided quickly and I was able to proceed with the show. It was a good thing, because 25 people were there, and $1,000+ later in sales, and 3 bookings, I would have been sad to leave! Of all the drama that happened that night with my gallbladder, I couldn't stop thinking about who has Playboy magazines in their first floor bathroom? The next week I had my gallbladder removed, and was only out for a few days. NEXT!

2 comments:

eFreak23 said...

Okay... so that is where our Playboy magazines are too. First floor bathroom. Hahahahaha. I laughed when I read this because you asked that... that is exactly where we keep them until Keith has read them, I usually read them as soon as they get here. Then they get transferred to a storage bin in the basement. We have 30 years worth of them, from a few different countries even!

Maybe I can sell them to pay college tuition?!?!

Unknown said...

Personally Bets, i think playboys should be kept under your bed or in the closet on the highest shelf. That is just my Prude showing though. I have been to your house and NEVER noticed playboys in your guest bathroom fyi!