Lee Gaitan

The embarrassment factor rose substantially when I was struck with a violent stomachache shortly after wolfing down a baked sweet potato for dinner. The pain raged all night and was so intense by 6:00 a.m. my husband whisked me to the hospital. Clearly, this was more than sweet potato indigestion. Once at the hospital, I was examined by two barely pubescent ER docs who must surely have come from the same gene pool of handsomeness as my long-ago breast surgeon. Seriously, these kids were so adorable I nearly blushed. (Where were these cutie-pie doctors when I was about a hundred years younger and not attired in dog-hair-covered socks and a hospital gown? Youth really is wasted on the young.) Anyway, Doogie Howser #1 and #2 got right down to business. “Tell me about your bowel movements,” ...