Disease

About a week ago, my son came home from T-ball practice doing fine and loving life, but complaining that his tummy hurt. He claimed off and on to be fine, so I had him take it easy. Later that night we were playing out in the front yard and it came time to go into the house. T didn't make it more than about 6 steps inside before unloading most of his dinner and lunch all over the Pergo. Luckily for us, most of it hit the Pergo, and not the carpet, as that would have been disastrous to clean up. He said that he felt better, and we assumed that he'd eaten to much or it was a result of an incident earlier that day when he ran behind his sister while she was swinging and got plowed in the stomach.

Turns out, that was wrong. As he was laying in bed that night we learned that he hadn't lost all his food earlier, as it started coming out again. We got him to the toilet almost in time to save a portion of our carpet and he spent the rest of the night up and down in bed requesting fresh wet washcloths to help soothe his sickness. I felt horrible for him, as he'd never had the stomach flu before that he could remember. There was a time when he was almost 2 that he caught some type of horrible 12 hour plague and passed it around to all members of the family, I got it, my wife got it, our parents all got it, even my Aunt got it. But other than that, we've been blessed with good stomach health. He's had his colds, but who hasn't? So this was his first real run in with that bug.

The morning after found me at home with him and his sister, I gave him the loveseat to use as the 'sick couch' and he just laid there all day with his trash can next to him and his blankets and dogs. We just watched TV that day, there was 3 Handy Manny's, some Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, a few Dirty Jobs, a Mythbusters, Go, Diego, Go!, and The Little Mermaid 1 & 2. Then I went in to work for a couple hours and my wife came home and there were more Handy Manny's, and a new cartoon he discovered called Krypto, about Krypto the Superdog. There's also a cat that can fly and I don't know what was really going on there, but really after the first 8 minutes or so, I fell asleep.

Thankfully the next day found him better, his fever was gone, and he wanted to play again. Sunday he was completely recovered and ready to go out and run around. Of course, he seemed to miss the sympathy a lot because there were a few times when he ran up to me asking for the washcloth on his face, with which I countered, "Just go into the bathroom and splash water on your face in the sink." This wasn't the best idea, because his aim isn't always that great. Although it was nice to have the wetness on the bathroom floor just be water.

But a week removed from this, no one else got sick and we're all thankful and healthy. Of course, lost in this was another concert that was missed. I had tickets for Glen Phillips and my wife has her gallbladder out, I have tickets for Jerry Douglas and T gets sick. The lesson I'm learning is not to buy tickets for concerts again, because if I do? Someone's gonna get something bad.