No, not "age" like how old someone is. I mean AGE as in acute gastroenteritis, the stomach flu, the runs, D&V (diarrhea and vomiting), the shits. I somehow knew I would be afflicted by this about three nights ago when my four year old unloaded her hot dog and strawberries in between the wall and her bed and I was left cleaning up her blown chunks. I hate the smell of vomit. I can take foul smelling pus, sputum, blood, urine, even stool better than the sour smell of vomit.
Last night in the early in the evening hours it was my youngests turn. Blue popscicle regurgitated on the living room carpet. Cleaning up her emesis I could feel things start to churn in my stomach. By ten o'clock I found myself alternating back and forth between praying to the porcelain god and sitting on it.
This morning I woke up feeling hung over, but knowing I never had the benefit of the drunken euphoria. Slowly I recover, but a liter bolus of normal saline still looks pretty good right around now. I try to take solace in knowing that every so often it is a good thing that I get sick. It certainly will give my empathy a little booster for the next dozen or so patients I see with those infamous letters: AGE.
The Country Doctor
Last night in the early in the evening hours it was my youngests turn. Blue popscicle regurgitated on the living room carpet. Cleaning up her emesis I could feel things start to churn in my stomach. By ten o'clock I found myself alternating back and forth between praying to the porcelain god and sitting on it.
This morning I woke up feeling hung over, but knowing I never had the benefit of the drunken euphoria. Slowly I recover, but a liter bolus of normal saline still looks pretty good right around now. I try to take solace in knowing that every so often it is a good thing that I get sick. It certainly will give my empathy a little booster for the next dozen or so patients I see with those infamous letters: AGE.
The Country Doctor