Tuesday, April 26, 2011

When Farts are just not funny...

Mum and dad are here at present visiting us for two weeks which is a lovely treat. We had just finished dinner and I had asked Josh to dry the dishes to help clear up for the evening. At this time he started to complain about a 'very' sore tummy.  Knowing my 13 year old son I thought it was a way to duck out of doing this boring chore... 

Well did he perform!  He buckled over and the tears started to flow.  He then asked if he could just go to bed and do the dishes in the morning.  I gave in and agreed as I was keen for a quite, relaxed night.  Over the next 15 minutes he was calling and crying out in pain. You may think I am mean by not really sounding sympathetic to his pain, but believe me if you know my boy you would understand! Banging on the wall in the bedroom started up next. He is currently sharing a room with the George and Milly as he has had to give up his bedroom to his grandparents so I was even less impressed.  Eventually he came out in tears asking for something to help with the pain.  I gave him a panadol and sent him in to do a 'poo'.  He came back out complaining of more pain and that my suggestion was not a solution to his pain.  


In the mean time I "googled", as you do, appendix pain.  As I myself have been a sufferer of ruptured appendix I thought I best double check.  His symptoms sounded pretty much on the button and I began to feel a little guilty that I may not be taking him seriously enough and that I should get him up to the hospital...  


So after a wee bit of getting organised, mum and dad in tow, we made our way up to the hospital.  The whole time I was thinking 'cricky what will their surgical abilities be like?' Something that I am ashamed to say now that I think about it! Arriving at the hospital we were the only car in the car park which was a good sign and it meant we went straight on through to the doctor.  All four of us went on through to the clinic room and the doctor began to ask questions, the first one of which Josh had answered before she had finished! 'Have you done......'. And she told him off for it, it was great!


She then gets him up on the bed for the finger feel of the tummy.  She is asking the normal question of 'does it hurt here?  Here? Here? as she moves along pressing down on his tum.  Then the little bugger said 'not so much now I FARTED!'


You can only imagine my displeasure.... The doctor promptly lead us out of the room and said to the receptionist, 'there is NO charge'... 


I have left the dishes for Josh to do in the morning!


Much love all xox



2 comments:

  1. I hurt my arm today, I thought I had broken it... ah no only a FART!

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