Sick, Tired, and Trapped Like Rats

Originally posted February 19/2007 on "Allison Wonderland"



WARNING: Explicit (and gross) content. Don't say I didn't warn you.

OK, it was kind of funny when Mother Nature decided to have a huge snowfall in Ontario before we got here, just so we'd feel at home. But did she have to go and make a blizzard in St. John's today to keep us here? I really don't think that was necessary...

Yes, our flight has, in fact, been cancelled. This could be considered a good thing or a bad thing. I was really excited about getting home to see AJ (and the cats, of course), who I miss SO much, and I've been waiting a long time for the appointment I have tomorrow with my brain doctor. That's the bad part. The good part is that Simon's sick... no, wait, him being sick is bad, very bad. The good thing is that we're not flying while he's sick. How miserable would THAT be? I just hope and pray that he's better by tomorrow night, when we're actually going to be flying.

Poor little Simon has been a very good boy this whole trip- in fact, he was the life of the party just a few nights ago- but he's been having really rough nights. I've actually resorted to taking him back to bed with me a few times, just so we could get some sleep. This morning he was moaning and groaning and rolling around the bed. I thought he was just restless until...

"BLEEEEEEEEEEEGHHHH!"

he threw up right down my arm. My BARE arm. And my back... and it went down the back of my pants, all over my butt... and in my hair... we both stink like sour milk in spite of the very thorough shower I had later this morning. My little man was quite upset, and I don't blame him; he's never been one of those projectile-vomiting kids (thank God!), and he had no idea what was going on. He just looked at me like, "Mommy, why is my milk going up instead of down?!!" and then he started WAILING. I'm so glad I had experienced parents around to help; Gramma stripped the bed of its pukey sheets, Grampa tossed it all in the wash, and Gramma helped me figure out what I could feed Simon. Yogurt seemed to go down well... but twenty minutes ago it came up really well, too. Nice chunks of strawberry and all, all over my mom. Oops. Well, she's been barfed on before, many times.

We would have been on the way to the airport 30 minutes ago if the skies were clear, but since we're stuck, Simon's had some gravol and gone down for a nap. OK, so maybe God wasn't punishing us with this blizzard thing, after all. Like I said, I miss AJ, but one more day here is probably better than having Simon heave rancid banana over the back of the seat onto a nice man's suit.