Fun night in the E.R.

No, not us. We were not the sick ones, but one of the "boys" was. Cute Elder Carter started having stomach pains right after church. It progressively got worse as the day wore on. They finally ended up coming over to our place because everyone knows that to feel better you have to crash on "Mom's" couch. I tried all the motherly things, but it did not help. Finally Ben and Elder Jacobs gave him a blessing. The two headed home but about 30 min. later we got a scared Elder on the phone and we just all ended up going to the E.R. Here the E.R. is called "spoed" (speed) only no speed was practiced. I wonder just how many people die here in the waiting room while papers are filled in, coffee breaks are finished and somebody finally decides that the American kid in the waiting room needs to get checked on. About an hour later, blood drawn, I.V. in place and the Dr. back from his nap. The Dr. starts poking him in the stomach and makes a statement like: "I think he might have a ruptured stomach or something like that"..... Call the specialist. Take X-Rays and wait some more, another bottle of pain killer and no change. By this time he is climbing the walls and I am praying like any mother would while watching her son in pain. Finally a cute nurse about the same age as the Elders comes walking into the room smiling from ear to ear and holding up an enema. You should have heard the moaning from Elder Carter and the hilarious laughter from Elder Jacobs. The kid was backed up, no ruptured anything and blood tests were normal. Another bottle of Painkiller and "go ahead and go home" Have you ever seen a drunk Elder weaving through a parking lot? A sight to behold. Good thing it was dark.

We keep nagging the guys to stop for meals and to drink tons of water but do they listen? No!
These fellows are no different than some of my kids. Who wants to listen to Mom and way.

I heard a statement that really made me laugh and is so true. "Raising teenagers (and Elders) is like nailing Jell-o to a tree".