Saturday, March 1, 2003

What a week! Monday and Tuesday were both busy at work and I didn't get home until after 7pm both nights. Tuesday night, or rather Wednesday morning around 3am, Morgan started throwing up about every 20 minutes. Since I had to be up at 5am for the nurse that was coming to the house to take my blood (for underwriting my disability insurance), I felt I should be excused from overnight duty. Josh saw things differently.

Anyway, long night. The next morning, the perkiest nurse EVER shows up. She takes blood, urine, and I get an EKG. Morgan threw up again. I decided work was the safest place to be.

Wednesday evening I had to work an intern fair from 4-7:30. I didn't think we'd see much action but 300 kids showed up and I think they all stopped at my table. I talked for three hours straight (while standing) and was exhausted!

Thursday was just as crazy a day at work, but apparently crazier at home. Morgan had his therapy appointment in the morning and then Josh picked Timothy up from school, along with one of Timothy's friends. Around 1pm Timothy threw up all over the entire bathroom, so the friend had to be sent home. Timothy proceeded to throw up every 20 minutes thereafter. After the first 2 times, he learned to use the bucket. Of course, the first 2 times were where all the volume was.

I barely got out of work at 6:30 and stopped for supplies on the way home (including Gatorade). Fifteen minutes after I got home .... can you guess? ... Josh threw up and then spent the night in bed, getting up to puke every 20 minutes.

Friday morning I had to be at a department meeting until 10am, so I changed and fed the kids and shut them in their room. I told Josh I'd call at 10 and see if he needed me to come home. Luckily he didn't as all three boys spent the day in the bedroom watching cartoons. I had another exhausting day but managed to get out a little past 5pm and stopped for more Gatorade on the way home. I spent the night feeling like I was living on borrowed time, but so far I'm ok (knock on wood).

The saddest part, especially sad for those of you who knew how much Timothy hates to take medicine, is that while Timothy was throwing up, he was saying "Daddy, call the doctor! I need medicine! I'm dying!"

Oh yeah, and Thursday morning before all hell broke loose, Josh fell down the stairs while carrying Morgan so had to hold Morgan into himself with his right arm and break his fall with his left arm and back. He wasn't real happy.

I wonder if Morgan's ice age throwing up thing from last Saturday was really related to this bug. I wonder how much longer I'm safe! I wonder if Mandy wants to reconsider visiting!  

Oh, I almost forgot the best part. Thursday, before Timothy started throwing up, Morgan ripped off a piece of those rubber squares that fit together like a puzzle and jammed it up his nose. The piece was roughly the size of a bouncy ball and Josh said it was like total recall taking it out! He had to cover one nostril and blow in his mouth just to get it down far enough to remove it. (I told him he could've blown his eyes out!) Friday it was cardboard that he jammed up his nose. he came over to Josh and said 'up', which means help, and so the exercise repeated itself. At least this time it wasn't up as far. Geez!