Oh. Oh.

Yesterday afternoon Lola called and said she had bad cramping in her stomach. We went to see her. We decided she was gassy and bloated and just really needed to have a BM. (Sorry, but that was our diagnosis.) She couldn't remember the last time she had one, a day maybe. When I pressed her, she said maybe two days. We gave her a couple stool softeners an hour after we got there and then we left. A couple hours later, she called again. Said her cramps were worse and she better go to a doctor. Since there are no doctors working Sunday afternoons, Robert decided to skip Immediate Care and take her to the Emergency Room instead.

Rj left the house at 4:00 and got back home at 11:00. He took Lola to the emergency room at Providence Milwaukie. They weren't sure either so they decided to do a CAT scan to see what was going on. Test results determined there was nothing wrong other than she was constipated. Prescription: Enema. She also came home with a prescription for a laxative as apparently the enema given at the hospital didn't entirely do the job. What's up with that?!