When Karen arrived at the casino.], I was engrossed at the craps table. An incredible string of good luck extended the gambling voucher into a sizeable pile of chips. My goal was to ride that streak until I suffered a first loss, then pick up my chips and cash out. Karen joined beside me, matching my bets. Soon I hit a loser and we cashed out. I made over four hundred and Karen netted about seventy. Next we left for Karen’s house to join in the holiday feast. There was one important element I forgot.
To begin the day, I had to catch an early flight. In hurry to get to the airport I did not begin my day with a bowel evacuation. I held it. Once getting to Philadelphia, I hurried to catch a shuttle to Atlantic City. Again I bypassed the necessary daily regimen. By the time I arrived at the casino little did I know but I was becoming impacted. Not feeling an urge helped me to forget what I was missing. After a huge thanksgiving meal, I began to experience headaches and slight fever. Taking ibuprofen did not seem to help. As the night wore on, my symptoms increased. Karen’s husband brought out a layperson’s handbook on medical symptoms. My symptoms indicated several severe terminal diagnoses.
A phone call to a physician, produced a recommendation to continue with ibuprofen and go to an emergency room should my symptoms get more severe. Just about when I was feeling, I was not going to make, something jogged my memory. I had forgotten my daily constitutional. A little laxative and enema shortly had me cleaned out and feeling better. My symptoms abated and I felt like I might survive. Recovery came just in time, for the next morning I was going to Philadelphia to engage in a four day chess tournament.