So, we checked into our room and since it was still early morning (10:30 or so) we unpacked and thought we'd take a little nap before heading down to the casino.
About 1/2 hour in I started to feel uncomfortable. Then very uncomfortable. Like my tummy had a pain that I could stretch out, but no matter how much I stretched it would not go. It got worse and worse. I was rocking and moaning and throwing up. Scott wanted to call 911, but I kept saying, "It can't be THAT bad."
But it was and he called the front desk. Cut to me being ferried out on a gurney through the back halls and deep dark places in the hotel where we customers never go. I didn't care because I was crying. Like a baby!
Vegas emergency rooms are crazy! But the staff was great. One CT scan later and blood work I'm told I have the tiniest of kidney stones. Little stone, big pain.
But that's not the funny part.
They shot me full of oxycodone and gave me a prescription for a few more. So, drugged up to the max we go back to our room. The next day the stone was doing it's thing so I took a couple of my pills during the day. Pup and I watched a Godfather marathon and I was playing on my phone and napping. Out of it.
But not out of it enough to stop myself from ordering an office chair for Pup. An office chair that cost $785. Yep. A very fancy office chair. It arrived the day after we returned from Vegas. Pup knew I had done it, but I had NO MEMORY.
A few weeks later I received a beautiful map of Wisconsin. It came from ROMANIA.
For the next week or so I was fearful of what might be coming in the mail. I was unsupervised!
Pup is fired as a nanny.
