The Poop that Saves/ The Hypees that Hurt

Claire's poop saved Adam's life yesterday. Laugh, but it's true.

To tell the story correctly, I have to start at the beginning......Wednesday night, Adam came home from work about 8 p.m. and he had what we call "the hypees." He was running around the house yelling, "Hoo-Hoo-Hoo with a little razz-ma-tazz!" He was clapping and jumping and grabbing Claire and throwing her over his shoulder and wrestling her. He was hyper. It took me a while to get him and Claire calmed down to eat dinner.

After dinner, Adam said his chest was a little sore. We both disregarded it as a fluke. By Thursday morning, it was hurting a little worse, but he took some Advil and went to work.

At noon, Claire went poo-poo in the potty on her own for the first time. This was a cause for major celebration at the house, which included Sarah running around shouting and dancing. We also called Adam to celebrate with him. Claire and I were so excited, but Adam sounded horrible. His chest pain had gotten so bad he could barely move, much less talk. We left the house immediately to go take him to the hospital.

At the hospital he had all sorts of tests run and exams given. After several hours, the doctors determined that they couldn't determine anything, so they sent him home with some strong painkillers. No heart attack, no obvious heart problems, no lung issues, no broken ribs. They told him to follow up with his doctor.

Today we took him to his regular doctor who thinks he pulled a muscle with his hypees the other day. He either has an inflamed or pulled muscle.

So, it boils down to two things. If Adam's hypees hadn't been so hyper, he might not have hurt himself. And if Claire hadn't gone poo-poo in the potty, we wouldn't have called him and he might have died. So Claire's poop saved his life. Isn't that amazing?