Last week, my son got sick after a church picnic and threw up when we got home, but before he could get to the bathroom. Watermelon, strawberries... lovely shades of red. He was fine shortly thereafter, but miserable during.
It's been a while since we had the carpets cleaned, and he gave us that final justification. So Thursday, we had the cleaners come and take care of it.
My wife then mentioned that we're dog-sitting for friends of ours, and I jokingly asked why we were getting the carpets cleaned before she got here. Ha, ha, ha.
So Emma arrived today, and all of a sudden this evening, their dog suddenly throws up. Right on the freshly cleaned carpet... nasty.
It gets cleaned up. We moan, and decide my joke about waiting isn't as funny any more.
Then she throws up again, this time on a section of carpet we didn't get cleaned. At least we feel better about that.
Then again... and again... and again... so far, she's thrown up nine different times on five carpets, in a dog crate, and outside. She's had a couple of repeats, and at least one that we discovered later.
Called the vet, who then sent us to the emergency animal hospital line. They said she needs to be seen... up to us whether we want to go now, or wait to see her vet in the morning.
I'm now on dog patrol... staying up for an extra hour or so, just to watch and listen for the dog. If she starts hacking, my job is to get her outside ASAP. If she can make it an hour without throwing up, I'm going to call it a night. Otherwise, I take a trip
In the meantime (in-between vomiting spells), I was down in the basement gaming. The kids are having a sleep-over tonight in the basement, and after a battle in BG:TotSC, I hear a cry. Nope, it's not Khalid whining again... I check, and my son is in the bathroom groaning and moaning. He apparently had a bad case of diarrhea... so bad that it woke him up after the fact.
It was a full one... and I'll leave the description at that. He needs a bath in the morning... preferably a shower. His pajamas are in a bag in the trash can, and his underwear are in the wash ('cause they're a favorite pair).
He's now upstairs sleeping in our bed, my daughter's back in her bed (sleepover over), and my wife is in our bed on my side. Guess who's odd man out?
So... here I am, at a time I'd normally be gaming, but unable to game on this computer, sharing my joy and excitement with you all. Nothing to do about it... I'm just sharing the joy. If I'm cranky or irritable tomorrow, you'll know why...
Time to stop in to Cloudy's for a visit to the Endless M&M Jar. I'm running low, really low