The Family Whammy strikes again!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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As folks here might recall, our family–including extended members–has a sometimes vicious, often hilarious and always ready to strike at any time jinx, hex, curse, whatever you want to call it. We call it the Family Whammy. It’s something like Murphy’s law: if anything can go wrong, it will.

Last night we got clobbered with a doozy.

I had asked Mr VOW earlier in the day to liberate some hearing aid batteries for me. The manufacturers now enclose the batteries in damned-near-impossible-to-open packaging. I have some special, easier-to-open boxes for my batteries, and those little boxes were empty and hearing aid was bleeping that it needed to be fed a new battery.

Mr VOW, in his ever helpful way, liberated more batteries than my little boxes could hold.

He put the extra batteries in a pill cup. You do see where this is going, don’t you?

Later in the day, I gave him an extra dose of one of his medications. After he swallowed it, he held out his hand to me and said, “This is yours.”

The planet gave a hefty thump as it fell off its axis, and it rolled closer and closer to the fiery pits of Hell. A hurried inspection nothing but bad news. The previously liberated batteries were nowhere to be found.

The Daughter and The Son-in-Law gravitate to the “ahem” conversation Mr VOW and I were having. The Daughter said she would take her dad to the ER. He didn’t want all the fuss, but we all explained to him this was a bona fide emergency.

At the hospital, he immediately saw an NP, who ordered a full set of abdominal xrays. Then they had to wait (and wait) for the radiologist to evaluate everything.

One of the xrays showed six little hearing aid batteries huddled together, beginning their long journey to freedom. They had passed through the esophagus without problems, so the doctor said the first at-home step was to “examine all stool” for the next 48 hours.

If the batteries were a no-show in that 48 hours, he was to return to the ER for further examination.

Yep, pure Whammy at work.

I’m thinking I need to make a BIG pot of three-bean chili.

After I get my heart to start beating again. I’m still shaking.

~VOW

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Yikes.

Words fail. I hope everything comes out OK in the end.

Uh, phrasing, I guess?

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What a shit of a Whammy. :stuck_out_tongue:

Good luck to Mr VOW.

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You’ve got a way with words, @VOW! I hope to read this again later and be able to laugh about it.

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This, too, shall pass. Hopefully he won’t need to undergo another battery of tests.

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Pass. You said pass.

Yikes ~VOW.

I do hope it all comes out in the end(:grinning_face: someone stop me).

No really keep a good thought. I suggest chili needs cooking. A good spicy one.

Beans might be explosive in worse bad ways.

Good luck and {{{hugs}}} to you two whacky kids.

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Did you get a bill from the ER? Or was it ‘no charge’?

Remember, it could have been worse. Could’ve been D batteries.

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Never put poison or hazardous materials in food containers. Words to live by.

Glad the batteries will pass instead of Mr. VOW.