...but I'm prepping for Tat Days! Because I'm teaching! Again! It'll be a blast!
No, this is about The Joy Of Curly.
Curly lives in my basement and is my 21 year old bi-polar middle child. He is very funny and also very impulsive. The bi-polar disorder makes him hyper-sexual, so we've had fun times like catching him (at age 15) having sex in my bedroom closet 30 minutes after his girlfriend's pregnancy test showed up negative. I am not making this up. He has lousy judgement about who to hang out with, and it's really frustrating because Curly is smart and very charming.
Last night I got home from work and made spaghetti (well, I made it after Moe browned the ground beef) and was eating when Curly came upstairs moaning. He was having a really severe headache, not a migraine, which came on VERY suddenly, the worst headache he'd ever had. He was lying on the floor bitching about it, oh my head, oh this is awful, do you have anything for this? On a scale of 1 to 10 it was a 10. I finally asked if he wanted to go to the emergency room and he did.
So off we went to the ER, along with Curly's girlfriend M. She wasn't supposed to be there, but she was, what could I do at that point? I was thinking worst case Curly might have an aneurysm, not a fun thought.
So we got to the ER, which was quite busy. Took forever. They finally triaged Curly and ordered a CT scan. Took forever to get it. They took him and brought him back. We were now waiting to go back in a room. By this point I had made friends with everyone in our section of the ER, everyone was bitching how long it took. Since I'm an ER veteran, I don't bitch. (I've been to the ER at least 20 times with Curly - no lie. He broke things - like bones - a LOT.) Curly griped and moaned. OMG I'm gonna die, sez he.
At 1:30 am we were finally taken back to a room. The doc came in and told us the CT was clear, no bleeds in his head. What else was happening? Curly revealed that he had been having sex when this occurred, and the sudden headache hurt so bad he feel down neked. AHA! The doctor told him this happens all the time, it is related to sex and may or may not happen again. Guys get this all the time. And Curly is a sex fiend.
M started snorting. I laughed outright. A lot.
I told Curly that karma's a bitch. He didn't even get a prescription. Go home, the doctor said. Take some ibuprofen.
I got to bed at 2:30 am. Jeez, I'm tired. And I'm making Curly pay the $100 co-pay - it will be sent to him.
Karma's a bitch.