Oh.
My.
God.
It was a bright and sunny Monday afternoon...
...with Kai coming out of school saying "I don't feel well, Daddy." She did look a bit worse for wear but I put that to the remarkably high summer temps and the possibility that she had not taken enough water throughout the day. Well, that was my initial diagnosis.
I took Kai to pick up Jack from Cheryl's house. Cheryl is our Childminder extraordinaire! She's looked after 75% of the population of Woodbridge and is a respected authority on minding the wee ones. When we walked into Cheryl's house, Kai asked her if she could have a cup of water. Kai sat at the kitchen table and sipped her water while I woke Jack up and got him ready to go. As I stood in the kitchen with Jack on my right and Kai on my left, I patted Kai on the head and told Cheryl "Kai says that she is not feeling too well so we are going to..." at which point Kai horked up all the contents of her stomach onto Cheryl's linoleum kitchen floor which immediately validated my revious statement to Cheryl! Cheryl, although not at all impressed, was understanding and as compassionate as ever and procured the basin of warm soapy water and rag that I requested and also looked after Kai and Jack whilst I was committed to the cleanification of the aforementioned expunged school lunch fish cakes, salad and cucumber.
All through the evening Kai's condition worsened; stomach cramps, vomitting and the loosest stool since the Black Plague. Water was drunk and bananas were eaten with very little let-up of symptoms. Kai eventually fell asleep at about 11pm on a "bed" of towels and blanket that Hannah setup to absorb the involuntary bowel movements which were wracking poor Kai.
It was at about 2am that I woke up from a dream I was having where I was in our bathroom and on the toilet clutching my cramping stomach and experiencing what seemed to be a case of diarrhoea of biblical proportions. When I woke up, I realised that all that was, in fact, just what I was going through...except I was still in the lounge. Good morning!
Cut to Tuesday AM:
Kai is doing a bit better. She's now "more solid" and her stomach cramps have subsided a bit but she is complaining of pains in the back of her knees (suspected "growing pains") and has gone to the GP's for a once-over.
I, now a well practiced
speed crapper of Olympic level skill, am still racing to/fro the toilet begging Santa Gracia della Bagno for deliverance from my suffering.
WEDNESDAY AM:
Hannah and Jack remain uneffected, thank God.