Five - nothing match beginning: it's sick! (5)
Or you'll catch the city.
-- Blur, Essex Dogs
Don was up to Kingston yesterday for some meetings so we got to see him. He had been up before dawn to get to Kingston in time for morning meetings, and I had done my heavy Thursday work day at Queen's (admittedly only 47 patients yesterday), and everyone was a little tired. Still, he manages to exert a calming influence whenever he's here, even when things are a little hairy.
A few of our friends have had gastroenteritis (nausea and vomiting and diarrhea) lately. Although many people refer to this as having the Norwalk virus, there are lots of viruses that can cause these symptoms, and lab tests are rarely performed to confirm this diagnosis, so it's sort of my pet peeve when people claim to have "Norwalk" who haven't been tested.
Anyway, Neva had been up once shortly after midnight having peed the bed. Cheryl got up with her, so although I was working today, when Hugh cried out, I started getting up with him. He threw up, and then threw up again, and rather than get up and down and up and down from my own room, I ended up sleeping on his floor so that I'd be able to respond more quickly, which was a good decision, since he was up vomiting several more times, and I managed to keep from having to change his sheets because of some swift transfers from bed to bathroom.
Although I'm tired, I'm stoked - I leave for Toronto this afternoon for a visit with Bri and supper with Kenji and Rachel at Salad King before the Rheostatics concert tonight. Hugh will have stayed home from school - I hope caring for him is not too hard on Cheryl tonight.
| posted at 9:46 AM |
