I feel like a dead man walking. There is a violent vomit virus going through our school district. I hold my breath every time I log on to Facebook. It seems every day someone else has fallen ill. My initial reaction is sympathy for the sick child. Well, truth be told, I am concerned about the sick child and how it will affect me. Did my children come in contact with this kid? Should I wash everything or burn the house down? I am not trying to be selfish, but I must be prepared. Waking up to the sound of a child vomiting is worse than anything that comes out of Donald Trump’s mouth. In case you missed the act in the center ring Thursday night, this GOP presidential candidate actually talked about the size of his penis. That statement made me puke in my mouth.
It takes skill to comfort your patient while cleaning chunks of food off the bed, carpet, wall, etc. A child doesn’t discriminate when he or she is sick. They will vomit on as many surfaces as humanly possible. You could place a bucket near his or her face and they will turn and spray something that is labeled ‘Dry Clean Only.’
This time I have a game plan. The designated puke bucket is on a stand outside my room.
It could happen at any moment or I could get a stay of execution. I am hoping for the latter.