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Oh, the Stories We Have to Tell...

In our family, we have a few mottos, but one of them is "The Show Must Go On".  I can't tell you the number of times that we have all performed while ill.  In fact, Mark has been non-stop sick for the last 5 weeks and has given several concerts, auditioned for next semester, and has his juries this week.  Yes, we do everything to keep the show going.


Glo woke up this morning with a high fever.  I didn't think much of it--fevers are easy with Tylenol.  I told her to lay back down, and I'd check on her in an hour.  An hour later, she was burning up, and her stomach was sick.


Bad news.


She has a concert tonight, performing in both the choir and Tone Chimes (a bell-ringing group).  I wasn't worried about her missing choir with all the kids involved, but I knew she had specific parts to play in Tone Chimes.


I loaded her up with more Tylenol, gave her a dose of Zofran (the medicine given to cancer patients to help with the nausea from chemotherapy) and hoped for the best.


By noon, she seemed better.  I told her to take a shower and take a letter out to the mailbox.  See how she felt.


She came back and felt much better.  She ate a banana.  She got her shoes on for the rehearsal at school.


She seemed to be fading a bit during the car ride, but I chalked that up to motion sickness.  When we got into PFMS and I was signing her in, I looked over and she was laying her head down on the counter.  Just as the office lady handed her the pass, it happened.

She started vomiting!  Right there in the office!

Luckily, I saw it coming, covered her mouth and forced her head in the garbage can :-)  Only my hand, and my sunglasses were the lucky recipients of her offering...

She stood there and vomited for probably two minutes.  I just looked up at the staff and said, "She won't be staying."  Glo threw her pass in the garbage can too.  

We packed up the garbage bag and headed home.  I tried to keep the vomit from my hands off the steering wheel.  I just laughed and laughed and laughed.

Hey man, at least we tried.  And Glo came home and played in the yard with the puppies for the next 30 minutes.  No symptoms at all.

And by the way, if my hands hadn't been covered in vomit, I would have taken out my camera to capture the whole funny incident on film.

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  1. Oh, poor Glo! Sounds like your winter is going about like our winter. As Mike put it, we have thrown up more this year than all the 19 years previous combined! Poor Joshua had his first experience with throwing up while driving home from church Saturday morning. He had no idea what was happening or what did happen. The worst part for him was when he threw up he kept it in his mouth. I could see him in the mirror-these big eyes and puffed out cheeks. He was terrified. Hopefully Glo will feel better soon!

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  2. Poor Glo! I hope she's feeling better now or will be soon. I think having a sick stomach is the worst kind of sick to be.

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