I Miss My Mom

I woke up yesterday morning to searing pain in the area that fifty years ago we euphemistically referred to as the “lower tract”. It continued until mid-afternoon, prompting at least thirteen trips to the WC but by early evening the discomfort had eased off enough to allow me to get some sleep. Today has been almost normal but the slightest tummy-rumble has me calculating the location and transit time to the nearest bathroom.

Normally I wouldn’t both mentioning this development, but the exact same thing happened two weeks ago with the same symptoms and progression. We’re still searching for a common factor between the two weeks…but  as I have been  checking out medical guides and websites I couldn’t help but think of my mom, the walking PDR (Physician‘s Desk Reference). She was a registered nurse with a four-year degree and would have been a second lieutenant in the Army Nurse Corps had Little Man and Fat Boy not rearranged sizeable portions of Japanese territory. I never worried about any sort of illness or mishap as long as I could get her on the other end of the phone.

I miss my mom.

1 thought on “I Miss My Mom

  1. There are times, aren’t there…? I envy you that connection, something I never had. Hope you’ve resolved the issue, though, there’s nothing more depressing than an upset of that kind.

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