We’ve been going on trips together for at least 10 years. I’m usually the star of the show but not in good ways. Things happen to me. 

Here’s one experience: Driving to Palm Springs I’m not feeling too good. 
Bottom line: Chips and I ended spending all night in the ER waiting room.

I felt like I was gonna die. Medical thought I had a tumor mass in my gut or maybe a heart attack so the medical checked everything, all kinds of tests. Chips even remarked as she was wandering around, looking at things that my pee was the lightest pee in all the pee that was in the samples in the pee room.

I spent all night getting poked, pinched, prodded, and terrified. Then I was called into a room with couches to finally get my lethal diagnosis. 

The nurse said “Don’t sit down. You’re constipated."

She was totally disgusted. 

Chips had to drive to an all-night pharmacy for a poop drink to set me loose. I don’t have the space to tell you how it went from there, but I and the girls have never forgotten the outcome. 

I CAN say that I spent 2 days in the bathroom while the girls drank and whooped it up.

Big Love To Ya'
Venus