We once followed a Harley rider who stopped next to some road kill, reached down, picked it up and put it in his saddle bag. I looked at my husband and said, guess what he's having for dinner tonight?
Anybody remember the old Newhart show with Larry, Daryl and Daryl? They bought a restaurant and one day stopped by the inn. Bob asked one of the Daryl's what was in the paper bag he was holding. Daryl opened it and held it out. Newhart looked in and grimaced. He asked them if they had picked that dead racoon off the road? Daryl nodded and I think it was Larry who said it was a perfectly good racoon. He was thinking about making it into the critter dujour at the restaurant.
I got home today and DH handed me a package from Amazon. Merry Christmas! he said. I opened it. It was a big bottle of Miralax.....I was not amused.
I did get a copy of my hospital labs. I had labs done the month before at the office and they were pretty much normal. No big bells or alarms. I took one look at my labs from the hospital and said I had no idea why they didn't keep me at least over night and pump some antibiotics in me. Every abnormal reading was pointing to the fact that I had a bacterial infection and a pretty bad one at that. They didn't even give me any antibiotics for goodness sakes. 20 years ago people were admitted for less. Medicine is so geared now to keeping people OUT of hospitals that the ones who need it are sent home.