That would be Corin ;~\
Gads... ((((LF))))
He was my best first guess. :( My officemate at the OldJob got them routinely. You'd walk out to go heat up your lunch in the break room and walk back in to find him ashen-faced with beads of sweat rolling off his temples. Then it would turn into a nagging game, "Would you *please* call your wife so she can get you to the doctor's??? Grrr!" And his response would be that the doctors really can't do much. For the small ones, I've learned, that's pretty much true. They doped me up until the worst was passed, and that dope was an interesting scary experience - 3 minutes and I was babbling like Paula Abdul. I'm home now and 2/3 done. As soon as it's no longer in the bladder it can be analyzed for chemical make-up and I'll know if I have to give up foods like chocolate, nuts, and strawberries. That would be a serious blow to my quality of life - lol!
Hugs to everyone - I love the HH.