Yeah. Guess where we spent the night last night? At the emergency room! So fun! You should have joined us, it’s all the rave, you know.
NikkiZ was puking (no fever). A lot. Like, down to neon yellow bile and lethargic and wailing in agony when her stomach would cramp up. So, at about 10pm, we went to the hospital. 2 unsuccessful IV attempts, 1 successful one, several hours of Disney channel and 150ccs of fluids later, we finally found ourselves rolling home with a stable tummy and successfully fluid-full at about 4:30am.
Note from 2020: I don’t know why I didn’t tell the story about the successful IV. Evidently there was a HEMSI medic who was magic and could get an IV in anyone and so they paged him to come to the ER as soon as he was back from a run. I didn’t believe he could be that good…not when they couldn’t even do it with the fancy vein mapper. BUT HE DID IT. It was insane. He is a real superhero
She’s awake and chipper now. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck carrying horse shit. And I just changed the most disgusting poopy diaper in the history of man. This should be an awesome day.