Monday, August 22, 2011
the overinvolved mother
Well it seems when you fainted you had a little accident. You peed your pants. Bummer. Unfortunately your luggage is on its way to your destination. Hey its embarassing, although I don't think anybody would have noticed if you hadn't pointed it out.
So naturally you called your family. They are concerned of course. The thing is I get a call from your mother. She is very concerned about the state of your pants, being peed on and all. She wonders if there is a cleaners that we could send them to while you are in the ER. She is willing to pay for it. Ah...no maam, there is no cleaners in the hospital and we are a ghetto hospital and there is no one hour cleaning service around here. Espescially on a weekend. I tell her we can probably give her "child" a pair of scrubs or something. End of conversation.
You are discharged, wearing said pants. I have a feeling, grown person that you are, that somehow you will manage the situation. You seem capable. Mom can rest easy.
Posted by girlvet at 8:43 PM