If you haven't allready done so, please read the post below before reading this one. What follows is an account of Luke's second week of sickness:
On New Year’s Eve, Dan started barfing. There are no words to describe how sick Dan got. I was really scared that he was going to die. I have never seen a human being so sick and I have worked in and urgent care clinic and an Operating Room. The first night, when his speech was still coherent, he said he felt sicker than he did in Bolivia. If you know Dan & Bolivia you know this was a scary statement.
So, after 2 nights of staying up with a barfing babe, I was now staying up a 3rd night while Dan violently wretched more than 30 times. He spent the next 2 days in the shower on all fours reliving nightmarish scenes from a Bolivian McDonald’s and lying on the bathroom floor of his mom’s house while I tried to keep our keiki from near death. I regret to say that during the days, Dan was left to fend for himself because if Luke saw him, he would want Dada to hold him and Dan could barely keep his own head up. After the first night, Dan would emerge from his toxic cave all shaky and weak only to return to the porcelain god moments later.
Despite my constant intake of Airborne and OJ, by the end of the week I started to feel it. Having not slept in 4 days and still taking care of a sick little love leech, I was in no shape to handle my own little puke session. Solution? Refuse to be sick. Mind over matter. I didn't eat for 2 days so there would be nothing to throw up. When I felt the overwhelming sensation of nausea, I willed it away. We had to get on a plane the next day and fly home to San Diego.
Poor Nana and Carl, by the time our week with them was over we had left puke, pee, stool, and snot on every inch of their house. I seriously hope she had a Hazmat suit on when she cleaned the upstairs bathroom. Prigmore’s = Worst House Guests Ever. On a brighter note, we are looking forward to seeing them in March when all our bodily fluids are in control.