Tuesday, April 21, 2009
sick in RI
We had a great first day in RI, Lexi was happy and cheery, playing with Grandma and her RI toys. The weather was warm and then the second day the clouds rolled in and Lexi came down with the sickiest sick that ever sicked. She threw up almost all night and into the day. We spent 3 hours in the walk in clinic waiting to see a doctor, and she started to feel a little better as we were waiting. She kept trying to play with the little girl with pink eye (I nipped that in the bud, Mommy would NOT be happy with the two P's, puke and puss). We finally got into see the doctor and his conclusion was that post nasal drip was making her sick, apparantly a west coast address includes zero tolerance for the pollen we normally could live with. Well hey, if thats all the doctor thinks it is then I was heading out to dinner with the girls "Wooohooo!! Margaritas!!"
Needless to say post nasal drip was 100% without a doubt NOT the cause of her vomiting. The cause of her vomiting was a vicious evil virus clearly created by the devil himself that sits in wait for you to get relaxed thinking that you won't get sick, it waits for you to let your infected daughter throw up allover you 5 or 6 times, making it's way to your brain first where it whispers to your subconscience "doooon't worrryyy. it's just pooost nasaaal drrriiippp". From your brain that whily little virus works it's way down to your partying bone where it whispers "yesssss 5 beers are a grrrrrreat idea, just go for a run in the mooorrrning, you will be okkkkk". It works it way very much out of your SUB-conscience into your super-conscience the next afternoon. It starts to hit you conveniently during your daughter's 2nd Birthday Party so that you think maybe the run wasn't a great idea and causes you to second guess that second serving of spaghetti and meatballs. Well by 6 o'clock that night you can not even move because if you twitch or take a breath too deeply you are hugging the bowl. Jane and I are both on day 2 of this evil sick and are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, who knows by this time tomorrow maybe we will be eating giant bacon cheeseburgers, and then again Maybe Not... here are some pics of our RI visit that weren't spent in the bathroom...