Saturday he was fine, and then the next day he got the runs. I did really well.
Monday I started not feeling so great but didn't say anything about it, just rested. That evening John threw up in a corner of the hall upstairs. Ew...Of course I got the joy of taking care of the big stuff. Rob cleaned the rest up with the carpet cleaner. I couldn't do very much because the smell made my not quite right stomach want to empty itself as well. There isn't anything worse then having to clean up regurgitation while your own stomach is churning already.
Tuesday, John, Derrick (my nephew who was staying with us for a little while) and I kind of moped around. I thought John was doing fine and was looking forward to sending him back to school. Wednesday morning at 3 a.m. John started complaining his heart hurt. He rubbed his chest and whine about every 15 minutes. When the doctor's office opened I called for an appointment, but it wouldn't be until 4:20 in the afternoon.
After another hour of John's whining I decided to cancel the appointment and take him to the urgent care center. John was telling me I needed to call 911. I was pretty sure it wasn't a heart attack. I gave him tums because I thought it was heartburn. They didn't work.
Anyway, I took him to urgent care. There wasn't anyone in the waiting room. I talked to the lady at the window but she said that they couldn't take care of it and told me to go to Texas Children's West Campus emergency room. So we went, and signed in, and saw the nurse. I told her that I wasn't terribly worried but I wasn't waiting all day with him complaining at me. John can be really annoying when he wants something.