I hope you’ve finished your breakfast already. This is gonna get graphic.
I can’t remember the last time Lloyd has had a stomach sickness. Usually he gets things like sore throats or head colds that go on for years. Barfing is exceptionally rare. Well, he must have passed something other than the peace at church Sunday morning, because Sunday night he was a mess.
At dinner he said his stomach hurt, but I was serving him Mystery Soup, so I was pretty sure it was just a ploy to get out of eating it. He ate a few grapes and conked out on the sofa. Around 9:30 he got up to head to the bathroom and said, “I’m going to throw up”, but he didn’t. I sent him up to bed with a cooking pot with a little water in it. I don’t know what the water is for, but when I was a kid that’s what my mom did when I felt nauseous, so I’m not messing with tradition.
I immediately had to pour the water out, remembering that I live with idiot bathtub-water-drinkers.
Around 10:30 Lloyd was moving restlessly and breathing funny. He got up, went in the bathroom and
He doesn’t like comforting when he’s sick, so when I heard the first hurl I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water for him. I stood outside the bathroom door until he was done then quietly said, “I have a glass of water for you.”
“Yeah,” he answered weakly, “and a washcloth please.”
It was soooooooooooo gross. I will refrain from telling you the details, well….. any more details, but trust me – it was gross. All I can say is, good thing he shaved most of that beard off.
He stayed home Monday and slept all day on the couch. I had to devise a system to keep the water-drinkin’, glass-knockin’, straw-stealers away from his H20: