Bugs
Baby ETJB (who will be one next week!) got a stomach bug last week. Nothing major, just throw-up, no fever. She never lost her spirit, just a little more whiney than usual.
Later that same week, Mrs. ETJB woke up and got sick herself.
I came home early to look after the baby and make some homemade baked potato soup for us.
That same night, I woke up a little nauseous. I walked downstairs and laid out on the couch for a little while to see if I could perhaps ride it out. About 20 minutes later, I walked back upstairs to vomit, something I hadn't done in years--drunk or sober. I was amazed, incredulous that this was happening.
As I hovered over the commode, I identified a few partially digested foodbits from earlier. I then noticed a taste of, well, Parmesan cheese. When did I eat Parmesan cheese?, I thought, then realizing that it had been so long since I had regurgitated that I forgot what it tasted like.
Completed and relieved, but with puke on my chest, I took a 2 a.m. shower. A hard blow yielded stinging foodbits from my nose. I slept in the next day and was all better by breakfastime.
So scoring-wise, it was a 48-hour bug for the baby; a 24-hour bug for the wife; and an 8-hour bug for the papa.
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I took a couple of creative writing classes in college. In one, there was a longstanding rule that encouraged a least one detailed vomit reference in at least one story....
Old habits.
Later that same week, Mrs. ETJB woke up and got sick herself.
I came home early to look after the baby and make some homemade baked potato soup for us.
That same night, I woke up a little nauseous. I walked downstairs and laid out on the couch for a little while to see if I could perhaps ride it out. About 20 minutes later, I walked back upstairs to vomit, something I hadn't done in years--drunk or sober. I was amazed, incredulous that this was happening.
As I hovered over the commode, I identified a few partially digested foodbits from earlier. I then noticed a taste of, well, Parmesan cheese. When did I eat Parmesan cheese?, I thought, then realizing that it had been so long since I had regurgitated that I forgot what it tasted like.
Completed and relieved, but with puke on my chest, I took a 2 a.m. shower. A hard blow yielded stinging foodbits from my nose. I slept in the next day and was all better by breakfastime.
So scoring-wise, it was a 48-hour bug for the baby; a 24-hour bug for the wife; and an 8-hour bug for the papa.
***
I took a couple of creative writing classes in college. In one, there was a longstanding rule that encouraged a least one detailed vomit reference in at least one story....
Old habits.
posted by ETJB @ 10/30/2006 08:52:00 AM
