As many of you know, Mom was sick as a dog earlier in the week. She woke up Monday morning on her knees praying to the porcelain God which she hasn't done since her college days at Ship U. After downing some over-the-counter anti-nausea medicine, she managed to make it through a day of work although when she returned home she was still looking rather green around the gills.
As the sun set over Brushtown on Monday evening, more darkness crept into the Knowlton household when Mom developed a violent case of the "Flying Axe Handles." After spending the entire evening on the stone throne, Mom decided to take a sick day on Tuesday since she was literally wiped out.
Although very concerned about Mom's discomfort, Dad and I chalked it up to a bad case of "rummy gumption of the egg bag" which would pass with time. After several days of feeling like a bloated tick, Mom decided that a visit to the doctor would be prudent.
While the diagnosis from a physical exam was not conclusive, Dr. Robinson thinks that Mom might have problems with her gall bladder. She goes in Tuesday morning for an ultrasound to find out if it's a boy or girl gall bladder. I'm thinking Gus if it's a boy and Gertrude if it's a girl.
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