This year, I got my flu shot at work so T didn't get one. So..... guess what he got instead?
Last Friday night, I picked T up from Elena's. Since it was Friday, he laid around watching tv. I noticed he didn't snack and hadn't finished the pizza pieces he'd brought home from Elena's. By 8pm, he was complaining about a rumbling stomach. I could hear it from the other side of the room. At 9pm, he was still complaining.
And by 9:30, he had his head in the toilet.
I was hoping this was something he'd eaten and that that was the worst of it. So we gathered up all of our furry blankies and jumped into my bed so I could keep an eye on him throughout the night. We gathered up a few towels too and placed the trash can beside him....just in case.
From 9:30-11:30, he tossed and turned grumbling and groaning in his semi-sleep. I couldn't sleep. I was just waiting for a vomiting explosion. Instead, he woke asking for some water. I brought him some pepto bismol too, hoping that it would calm his rumbling tummy.
After I medicated him, I went to use the bathroom and was startled by the vomit covered floor and toilet. I hadn't realized that T got sick in the whole damn bathroom!!!! I obviously wasn't going to get much sleep. When I started to clean up, I heard T gagging to vomit in my bedroom. I yelled for him to use the trashcan or the towels...I just knew it would the sheets! But he was so startled awake that he barely made it off the bed before pepto bismol colored vomit came exploding from his mouth and onto my favorite Pier 1 cream rug. :-(
After he emptied, we cleaned him up and changed his jammies and tucked him back into bed. Me, on the other hand, had the fine job of bathroom cleaning duty. And my rug...well it was just too damn heavy and big to drag out of my room so I cleaned it the best I knew how and decided to really tackle it the next day. I jumped in the shower to rinse off Tayshaun's flu-symptoms.
Around 1:30am, I made the texting rounds to let everyone know that T wouldn't be making his basketball game in the morning. T continued to toss and turn through the night but didn't have anything more to throw up.
By the morning, T was up bright and early and ready to rumble. I was ready for two more hours of zzzzz's. We had exactly 30 minutes to be ready. What the hell? My hair still had a whiff of vomit-aroma so I jumped in the shower, again, and shampooed up. And with half dry hair, I ran out to make T's basketball game....on time.
We didn't win the game and T wasn't 100% but he had a great time. And I dragged a$$ all day.
I'm not used to T getting sick. Next year he gets a flu shot for sure.
P.S. The rug didn't make it. I think i'll need to take it to the rug doctor. My new Target replacement just isn't the same. :-(
