the recuperating story. . . its a good one

Okay, I promised the story and I sort of forgot to mention it earlier. . . sorry.

So here's what happened last Thursday, I was at work all day (and by all day I mean till 4), but starting at 2:30 I got a very sharp pain in the right side of my back. So at work, I asked David (the head cook) if he knew where the spleen was located (I now automatically assume that all problems with my organs involve the spleen. . . because it's fun to say), but David had no idea what I was talking about, so I kept holding onto the ache and help the customers at the same. Cary then came into site and so I asked him, he had no idea, but decided to print me off a picture of the anatomy of a human body. I found the spleen rather quickly, unfortunately though, he gave me the picture while 5 other guys hovered around the customer service area. Most of those guys are smart-mouthed, and if you work at Twin Lakes you know who I mean. So they came up with tons of organs that are probably wrong with me: liver, kidney stones, liver stones (supplied by David who's treatment is to go drinking with him), gallbladder, appenidx, etc. Then of course, one of them yelled out, "Maybe you're pregnant!"

{gasp}

I really wanted to ___________ (insert physical abuse here) that guy, because I'm sure you all can imagine what the rest of the guys did and the harassing I put up with.

I was still in pain, which had then spread from the right side of my back to the left and frontside. It was almost 4 by this time so I asked to leave, pretty much because I couldn't take the pain and the harassing anymore. I called Mom on my way home, thinking, "Hey. Maybe we should see the doctor." Except, she thought it was just muscle fatigue and kept trying to feed me pain reliever. "You worked out this morning, I'm positive it's just from that."

I think I know the difference between muslce and organ pain. After about 20 minutes of Mom not listening and telling me going to the doctor is a bad idea (insurance reasons, I'm no longer on the parents account) I had to do something beside hold my stomach and lay in the fetal position. I mean, at least taking a Zantac could help. . . and it did. All the pain, everywhere, went away. Robyn-1 : Mom-0

Unfortunately, it appears that my ulcer is back and now I have to be careful. . . again. I hate being stressed. Raise your hand if you think Robyn is going to have a heart attack before she's 30!