Gagging in the morning, gagging in the evening, gagging at supper-time

The post name is a knock-off of the old old song Sugartime - 1958 . It popped into my head after experiencing the Vern story below.


Last night I was working late so the family was on their own for dinner. By on their own I mean they had to basically reheat dinner. Anyway after dinner was Vern's turn for dishes clean-up. He did a small amount of clean-up and then he and Superman came back to town to fetch me and get Vern a haircut.

When we got home I was in quite a bit of pain with a sore back so I had to lie down with some ice packs. After I came upstairs and the dishes were still not finished. I asked Vern to please finish the dishes. He whined and complained and said, "Oh, I will do it in the morning mom." I didn't put up a fight because I was feeling so bad.

Move forward to this morning, and I go tell Vern to remember he has dishes this morning. "Yes mom."  Only a couple more reminders and he puts on my purple gloves and started to load the dishwasher.

All of a sudden I hear this gagging, retching, throwing up sound. I look over and Vern has moved away from the sink acting like he is going to vomit at any minute.

"What's the matter Vern?" I inquire, knowing full well what was going on. The STUFF in the sink fermented overnight.

"This stuff stinks! OMG it is terrible." Vern says as he runs across the kitchen, takes a big gulp of fresh air and runs back to stick in a couple more dishes before running back for another fresh air break.

I am chuckling now. I sure hope Vern learned his life lesson on this one. Sometimes procrastination is not in the best interest of anyone.

 

Sick.

Poor Vern...

I had a note in his folder tonight that his ear started hurting at 2pm at school. He cried all the way home on the bus (but he told me very quietly so no one could see him).  By the time he got in the house and his sister called me it was full blown Vern crying. I knew it was coming but I had wished it not to come true.

Vern has had a cold for a couple weeks now. It always turns into a sinus and or ear infection after that long. I was hoping this time he would get over it but no such luck. So I left work a bit early, rushed home, told them to grab their homework and back in the car and on the road again.

I stopped by Urgent Care around 5:20 just to "see" if we could at least put our names in line. No such luck; they were locked completely up lights off until promptly 6:00P.M.

So in the meantime I took them to get a quick bite to eat and got back about 10 minutes early to get in line.  Once you have been to Urgent Care a few times you learn the tricks. Being first in line is the BEST advice I can give anyone needing to visit Urgent Care. By 6:05 there were at least 4-5 patients behind us all in various stages of illness.

I told the nurse exactly what the problem was, doc came in looked in ears, felt lymph nodes, wrote a perscription and we were on our way in under 10 minutes. WORLD RECORD for Urgent Care!

Even the perscription pickup went quickly.  So my unexpected evening turned out ok.
Let's hope his ear recovers quickly and not to much pain tonight to wake him up.

Vomit Boy

We are sitting at dinner the other night, having a lovely grilled steak, veggies, and potatoes meal. Vern is not so happy about the vegetables part and doesn’t want to eat them. He starts his gagging routine. (Yes this is not new for Vern.) I sternly look at him and say “DO NOT THROW UP because you don’t want to eat your vegetables!” I continue, “Take a small drink of water and smaller bites.” Again I have repeated this soooooooo many times I lost count after time 1 million. He continues with the faces and then BLURP out onto his lap begins to erupt dinner. I literally leap out of my chair looking for something to catch his volcanic activity. At the exact same time loud moans and groans and sick sounds begin emitting from the other two children.



“VERN IS GROSS”


“MAKE HIM STOP”


“EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”

I manage to grab a bowl on the counter and sprint back to the volcano just in time to turn the chair away from the other people at the table, place the bowl under the eruption and catch the remaining surges of chewed up food, water and stomach acid. Such a lovely site and smell. I am sure if you have witnessed such events they are vividly pictured in your mind right now. (yes, please do thank me for that visual.) Vern is finally done and I have to find a place to set the bowl. The floor is not an option as the dog and cats will want to see what that lovely smell is in the bowl and taste the contents. (I am almost making myself sick just typing this…) Then the cleanup must commence. Of course he has a button down shirt on so I have to touch things I’d rather not touch. The pants are completely covered so I peel those off inside out. The chair cushion is also completely covered so it goes directly into the outside trash bin. (remember your trash guys at the holidays) Then the floor needs all wiped up and disposal of eruption. What a dinner…I have no idea how much time has passed but I am no longer hungry and have no desire to finish my once lovely meal.