Yesterday morning at work a few of us joked that somebody's alway sick at the holidays. It just seems to work like that for some awful reason.
Last Christmas Autumn as sick for a few days. There was no excitement on Christmas morning for her. We just wanted her to keep something down.
On Father's Day, she was sick again, throwing up all over herself on the way back from a weekend at the lake.
This time, it was my turn. Yesterday morning we joked about it and karma came to bite me in the rear by making me sick in the afteroon. For about an hour, I couldn't do much except lay in a fetal position in my car in a parking lot up the road. I ended up calling Keith to go pick Autumn up from school." He then came to get me and took me to the ER just to get checked. They decided my sickness mostly came from food poisoning.
A few hours, one IV and some anti-nausea medication later and I got to leave. Keith had to run Autumn to a neighbor's house and then come back to sit with me for a while. It's no fun having a little child run around an ER waiting room. She tossed her coat on the floor. She kept grabbing my gloves and putting them on her hands. She wanted to climb up near me. And every time Keith walked away to make a call on his cell phone, looking for someone to watch Autumn for a bit, she proclaimed to everyone "Daddy. Potty."
I'm feeling a bit better now. Just a little tired and still a little medicated. But it seems this Thanksgiving I'll at least have something to be thankful for. I'll be thankful this bout passed by just a little early.