A Miracle

Not too long ago, my husband and I were traveling from Chicago to Los Angeles on a pretty important business trip.  My husband was attending a meeting with a bunch of record executives in LA to decide what should be done with a certain record that was going to be released soon.  While we were flying there, my hemorrhoids flared up pretty badly on the plane.  There was a lot of turbulence and the “fasten seatbelts” sign was still on, so I couldn’t get to the restroom.  I knew I was going to need a Hemorrhoid Miracle if I was going to survive.