morrigan716 | My apartment is full of vomit!

This morning when Alexander woke up, he was complaining about having a runny nose. He kept sneezing and blowing snot all over the place and getting really pissed off about it. So I called the doctor's office and told them his symptoms. Almost as soon as I hung up the phone, Alexander told me his tummy hurt. I thought he just told me that because he knew I had talked to the doctor and didn't think anything of it. Later when I started straightening up the flat a bit, I looked up and Alexander was sitting in the recliner hurling over the side. Right on Carl, his favorite stuffed animal, his quilt, and my magazine. I screamed for him to run to the potty but he didn't so I grabbed him and carried him in there. He puked all the way down the hall and stopped the second I got him over the toilet. About the time I got it all cleaned up, he did it again. This time not bothering to lean over the recliner. After I got that cleaned up, he actually got up to run to the potty but ended up puking all over the toilet seat cover, rug, etc. About the 4th time he hurled he finally got it in the commode. Since this was my day off I had to run my errands today or I'd never get them done. So I called Josh's mom to watch him while I did this. Of course he didn't hurl while he was with his Grammy. When I went to Eckerd's to pick up Alexander's medicine, it wasn't ready yet. I waited for awhile and then said I'd go get him and come back. When I got back they were just finishing up with his refills, but the one that's supposed to cure him they were out of. Instead of offering to order it from another pharmacy they told me to get something over the counter. I did so since Alexander was moaning and groaning and crying. He hasn't puked since this afternoon, but he's still blowing snot all over the place. And when he does, he wants me to wipe it off for him. He's making me wait on him hand and foot. He's still awake because he took such a late nap and had tons of albuterol. He's watching "Titanic".

Earlier while Alexander was taking a nap, I ate a Weight Watcher's frozen dinner and picked all the mushrooms out. Then like an idiot I laid the plate on the floor and Cedric (the cat) came up and ate it. Then he hurled all over the hallway. So yeah, I've been cleaning up puke all day, so I'm sure I smell like it. Lovely.