Well, what a night that was. I wanted to share this with you and you have to try and not laugh at the events that follow. Seriously, just try and keep a straight face while you read this…
It seems Miss Lola picked up a vomit bug and on Saturday night at 11pm, she started vomiting. Tone got home around Midnight from a gig. Her next vomit attack was at 1:30am and this is where it get’s interesting..
Lola wakes me up and starts asking for medicine because he belly is sore, so I take her into the kitchen for some panadol not even thinking that her tummy pain was because she might still have more vomit to release… She then starts making weird swallowing, gurgling noises and says spew bucket, SPEW BUCKET!
Based on my 1 and half hours sleep, I panic and can still hear her weird swallowing sounds… I race to get it because she REALLY wants it. It’s on my side of the bed so I have to run down the hall, to the bedroom and around the bed. She’s now in my doorway heaving, I have the bucket. I run to her, racing around the bed, I slip on the tiles. She start’s vomiting on the floor.
My foot that slipped, my big toe particularly, kicks the door stop in our room, which is a sharp piece of wood, as I’m falling I then bash my knee on the door edge.. I slip in Lola’s vomit and glide under her vomiting hitting my head and shoulders on the corner of the wardrobe… my toe is POUNDING..
The sound of me doing that woke up Tony, who is now panicking, on his 1 hour of sleep. He tries to pick me up and I look at my toe, I’ve ripped back so much skin, it feels broken. I then proceed to pass out… in and out of consciousness 6 or more times from the pain. I’m a ghost, says Tony. I’m pale and completely out of it. I’m telling him to not worry, ‘Just leave it, I’m fine’ I say. Meanwhile I can’t actually do anything but hold my foot and my head. I can’t see anything, it’s all black. I can hear Tony rustling around, cleaning up Lola and telling Norah everything is alright.
My vision comes back with me sitting in the bathroom…
So now Tony is cleaning up Lola’s vomit, trying to stop me from passing out, and calming Norah.
He tries to put me into the shower 😂😂 I almost pass out again. He puts a washer on my forehead and gives me a hydralite and I come good.
Having a blood clotting disorder is pretty good in this instance; only because I don’t bleed ha.. My toe isn’t broken but I’ve ripped a nice hole in the side of it. It’s bloody sore!
I get out of the shower feeling like I’m the one with the sickness.
Tony and Norah are now in our Bed, Lola’s waiting for me with her bucket.
Completely exhausted I fall asleep on the couch with Lola, her blanket and her spew bucket.