Tues., Nov.9,2004

... are the times like last night, when i was awakened by this ungodly retching coming from the bathroom, right next to my bedroom. lord, you'd think emil's lungs were coming up; if the entire house didn't hear it and awaken, i would be surprised.

i made sure he wasn't spewing blood or spiking a temperature. he was okay but in mid-bloort, so back to bed i went and left him to finish up. okay, i giggled some because it sounded so over-the-top and reminded me of my dad in his drinking days. that was at 3:30.

although emil cleaned up after himself, he didn't do a very good job of it. the sight caused me to gag too, so i had to leave it as it was and get out of the bathroom, hoping i could handle it better in the morning. talk about your useless procrastination. violent pukage was repeated at 4:40, and again at 5:30 and at 9 when i made him drink half a glass of gingerale. he had asked for a pail to keep by his bed, and that was fortunate because he didn't make it out of his room that last two times. poor little jigger.

gord had no problems dealing with this kind of stuff, and would just do it without a second thought. he could clean up barf like a trooper. too bad he won't be here till tomorrow evening.