Jay is worried about some stomach pain, but Gloria thinks it is nothing.
[n] - noun, [p] - person, [v] - verb, [phv] - phrasal verb, [adj] - adjective, [exp] - expression
Directions: Choose the medical word that best matches the description.
Directions: Choose the verb that best matches each illness.
Jay, you wanna go to the mall with me?
No, actually, my stomach's a little funny today.
Oh, I am so sorry, papi. Maybe we'd stop first at the crib store and you lay down and I buy you a little dress, hmm?
Gloria thinks Americans are babies.
Well, in Colombia we couldn't go run to the hospital for every little sniffle or dislocated shoulder.
Jay, what are your symptoms? Nausea? Bloating?
What did I say about getting off that crazy doctor Web site?
I'm just worried about Jay. Stomach pains can mean a lot of things. Intestinal blockage? Do you have a fever?
Stop it! Manny, he's fine. Tell him you're fine.
Okay, good. Get in the car.
Uh, home fine, not mall fine.
Jay, you know what happens when I shop angry.
I'll clear a space.
Mmm. I'm not loving your color.
Don't be a hero.
Hey, kid, you got a minute? I need the name of that medical Web site.
Can this wait until I'm home? I'm having the round of my life.
I've been thinking I might have a couple of those those symptoms you were talking about.
Oh. I see. You might as well play through. It's gonna be a while.
I'm probably wrong, but I just wanna make sure.
Is that Manny?
Work. So tell 'em I'll get that order out this afternoon, huh?
Did she buy that? Because it sounded fake on this end.
I'll talk to you later, Tom. Tom.
I gotta tell you, this is looking more and more like diverticulitis.
Do they say how to treat it, like a heating pad or… There it is again!
Describe the pain.
It's like I'm being stabbed. But also like I ate a bad scallop that's stabbing me from the inside.
That's colorful, but there's no box for that.
What are you guys looking at?
Huffington Post! Uh, girls.
Manny, let me see that screen. What did I tell you?
It's not his fault. I asked him to look. I'm starting to think I have a serious problem here.
Yes, you do! That computer! You read it there, you think it here, you feel it here. You wanna feel better? There. You're cured!
Give me 15 minutes, then tell Florence Nightingale I went to the hospital.
Are you okay, baby? Do you need another pillow?
I know you think this is nothing, but he did say it could be an ulcer.
He also said it could be gas. Do you want me to burp you? Come here. Come here.
Dollars to doughnuts it's diverticulitis.
Actually, it's not.
You have acute appendicitis. We need to get you into surgery right away.
Emergency surgery. I told you it was something. Aha!
That can't be right. You have to check again.
The tests are conclusive. Everything will be all right, Mr. Pritchett. Let's go.
No, Jay! If that's true, then I'm the worst wife in the whole wide world! I made you suffer for two whole days!
Honey, it's okay.
No, it's not okay! Why? Why do I always almost kill my husbands?
And I wanna hear this story sometime, but I'm sorta counting down to a rupture here!
No! You can't go without forgiving me! What if you die in there? What do I do without you?
I forgive you! But nobody dies of an appendectomy.
True. It's usually the anesthesia that gets you. You're over 60, right?
I will never forget you, Jay!
Could you go back to not caring, please?