Had a gig outside this morning, and typically (as it has been in the 90's all week) the weather decided to drop dramatically in temperature and we just about froze to death. I lost all sense of feeling in my feet and my fingers. I've been home a while and I'm still only just beginning to warm up!
Had an horrendous attack of heartburn last night which only went away after 10 TUMS and a Zantac and an hour of agony and it's just come back again this morning. Gah. Need to go and investigate something else at the drug store.
I woke up this morning to find D throwing up in the bathroom. I immediately rushed over to him and he told me he'd been sick in the night and slept on the floor outside the bathroom incase he had to be sick again. I am completely devastated that he didn't wake me when he was feeling poorly! He's such a stoical child when it comes to illness that he just wants to be left alone to get on with it, but I hate the thought of him being sick alone in the middle of the night and sleeping on the floor!
He's still ill now, he's thrown up again several times this morning and he's beginning to get a fever. I guess it's some kind of bug he caught at school.
What with him and G, this is a house full of sickness!
Posted by katie at May 15, 2004 12:10 PM