Sunday, August 24, 2008

Family Wellness (or lack thereof) Update

****Attention Kori, this is another puke post. Read with caution....:)

I had no idea what I was in for this weekend. I have never, in my life, dealt with so much puke!



Lauren and Eric started to feel better yesterday. They just kind of laid around the house all day. The TV never went off. I caught up on New Moon and did laundry and dishes. I'm totally sleep deprived and it's actually working to my home's advantage.


Enter Emily. Saturday evening, around 10 p.m. or so, she comes out of her room complaining of a tummy ache. I really kind of dismissed her because she copies whatever her big sis is doing and she will use any excuse in the book to get out of bed. I asked her where it hurt. She pointed at her upper chest. Case closed. The faker.

Boy was I wrong. The clock struck midnight and Emily quickly made the girl from the Exorcist look like Holly Hobby. She puked every five minutes for the next hour and a half. Dry heaves.

She started to pace herself a little and slowed down to every 45 minutes until 7 a.m. when I finally buckled and yes, went back to the ER.

George Clooney, where were you? I really needed to see you this morning.

She was dehydrated and couldn't keep anything down. Sound familiar. Thanks for stating the obvious, Melissa.

It's viral. Which translates, CONTAGIOUS.

There isn't enough Lysol in the world to keep this house from catching this really nasty, big, fat, cockroach like bug.

The doctor (who looked nothing like Dr. Carter or Dr. Kovach) gave her a shot of Phenergan and that stopped the vomiting......temporarily.


Sing it if you know it:


"Emmy had a shot in her leg of Phenergan,

but puke kept running down her chinnagin,

up went the suppository in her hiney-kin,

Poor little Emily, Phenergan, begin again."

That was my sorry attempt at a remake of a nursery rhyme.





Thank goodness Lauren Nightingale lives in our home. She gladly brought Emily her Gatorade in a basket to her room and stroked her hair off her face. She has the gift of compassion and mercy just oozing out of her. I love her for that. Affirm. Affirm. Affirm.



So, is it just a matter of time? Will Michael and mommy escape the crud? Will we soon be shoving anti-vomit suppositories into our exit only areas? (Sorry, I'm being crude) Stay tuned. I'm sure you all are just dying to see how this one wraps up.

6 comments:

Hot Tub Lizzy said...

That song is HYSTERICAL!!!! Oh my GOSH!!!! I'm totally gonna piddle!!!

Susan said...

Well, at least your sense of humor is still intact!
I sure hope you and Michael escape the "black plague" that has hit your house, and that everyone will be better before you have to begin another week.

Shelley said...

Hey Melissa,

I'm sorry Emmie is sick. That is such a pitiful picture of her. Lauren Nightingale seems to be back on her feet, so maybe it won't last long.
My mama and daddy came over to see Abby baptized this morning and my dad was so sick with a cold, they left immediately after church and went back home.
Love you girl..

Kori said...

Thanks for the warning but your post are contagious and I can't keep my eyes from reading. This was definately not as bad as the last. Song was hilarious.

Also love me some Beth Moore and the study was a great lesson to be learned.

Praying that you and Michael don't get the crud and the sweet little Emily gets to feeling better. How's Dad hanging in?

Debbie said...

Thanks for the warning and that nursery rhyme;) Is that how they are started..nursery rhymes that is? I really pray you don't get that crud. Cause when Mama's down, everything shuts down. ooo ick...

Lula! said...

We call this disease the "Mungpuffs." And, usually, when one person gets it, the entire family goes down. Eventually. I'll pray for you and Michael. Bless your hearts.

Your nursery rhyme was HILARIOUS.

Oh--how are you liking New Moon? I keep waiting for you to finish (or to get 3/4 of the way through) so I can share my "Edward song" with you. You'll know why after you've read most. I can't give any spoilers via song.