I have no idea who he thought he was going to fight. I weigh 115lbs soaking wet and have medical conditions that make me rather frail. He was easily twice my size and furious. If it came to blows, I was going to (obviously!) bail and notify the police. When he started losing steam, I looked at him and said, ‘I’m very sorry your daughter missed the bus. It is inconvenient that you had to come pick her up, but thank you for doing so.’ Then I looked at his daughter and asked mildly, ‘Sweetie, when I asked who rides the bus please raise your hands, why didn’t you raise you hand? The other students who rode the bus aren’t being picked up by their parents.’
It was in my left lower abdomen, not quite in my groin, but more where your trunk stops. I collapsed on the floor, crawled to the bathroom and threw up. The pain was like a hot fireplace poker running through me. I forget how I got to the ER; either DH found me, or I drove myself. I assumed it was a burst appendix. I felt like I was going to die. I was instructed by the ER nurse to remove my clothes; panties, too. A fat, ugly old doctor came in and, with no warning, ordered me to “scoot” and had his fat hands all up in my business: a complete GYN exam! Had he not considered my symptoms? There was no pain there.