A Long Day's Journey Into Poop
Apr. 2nd, 2009 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deadlightsgirl And here we are in Florida. We are in our hotel room (we aren't allowed to stay at Dad's house this visit, either because due to parties at the house they don't want the added stress of guests, or otherwise some relative of his wife's has trumped us), which claimed to be a suite but is really a standard with a kitchen to go along with the 2 full beds. It's fine as long as Rob can get the toilet to flush and that douchebag stops practising his bass guitar at a reasonable hour. In any case, Dad paid, and after the flight etc, all three of us are thrilled to have somewhere to lay our heads. Did I mention I hate Florida?
I had never gotten airsick before today. No puking, but nauseous misery. Gracie has been off and on sick this week...she was all recovered from that cold she had shared with both Rob and me, but then got sent home from school Monday with a fever. She was home Tuesday and fine to go back to school Wednesday, though a bit sniffly and cough-y. Today's travel (plus the being up at 6 for same) did a number on her poor system. Initial airport tantrum over, she was a little bit of a handful on the plane and would've napped, but the poor girlie kept coughing herself awake. Then after a whole bunch of turbulence which had me wanting to hurl, Rob had just changed her into the last pull-up we had with us (we had planned to buy a bunch of groceries etc when we arrived, so we only brought two with us), right as we land, Poop Rock City, complete with leaks. I give Rob the wipes and the backup outfit I had packed which had knickers with it, and he does the necessary in the plane potty while I get our gate-checked stroller. Life is fine til we get to the lot to pick up our rental car (save a tantrum on the shuttle bus during which Gracie clonks her head against the back of her seat, and then tried to drive the bus), but when Rob installs the rental car seat, Gracie is reluctant to get in, and we see why -- more poop, in her very non-diapery knickers. We have to dig into the luggage to find more wipes and a baggie to put the soiled clothes in, and a changing pad for her to sit on to keep any poop vibes we missed off the rental car seat. Any smell of new car in our spiffy rental is clouded over by poop on our clothes. We are careful to keep it off the car. The good bit is, Gracie conks out during the drive to the hotel.
We check in, find the not-suite, pay an extra 5 bucks for internet, call Dad to make sure he is cool with not seeing us til tomorrow because right now all we want to do is wash off the poop and chill out. Gracie and I take a bath while Rob goes out for supplies, and now I am in one bed, Rob is in another, and Gracie is bopping back and forth between the two, while we watch Wallace and Gromit on Rob's laptop. I am having chest pains on the left side which I hope will be eased by ativan (took half, will take another if I need), and btw did I mention that I am having an endoscopy next week? The day after we get back. I'll finally know what the story with all my tummy issues is. I will wait til then to see if the chest pain is related and NOT panic about congestive heart failure, though that is naturally on my mind.
Tomorrow the socialising starts. Gracie is perky as ever now, though she will get cold medicine to help her (and us) sleep. Lunch with Dad etc, then hanging with the seester and her hubby at their place, which will probably mean a new Gracie modeling session (brother-in-law likes to take pictures). Saturday begins the 2 days of Dad's Birthday. I am mostly stoked for the prime rib I am going to have. Sunday brunch is at his house, and hopefully Gracie will be well enough to go swimming.
I really, really hate Florida.
I had never gotten airsick before today. No puking, but nauseous misery. Gracie has been off and on sick this week...she was all recovered from that cold she had shared with both Rob and me, but then got sent home from school Monday with a fever. She was home Tuesday and fine to go back to school Wednesday, though a bit sniffly and cough-y. Today's travel (plus the being up at 6 for same) did a number on her poor system. Initial airport tantrum over, she was a little bit of a handful on the plane and would've napped, but the poor girlie kept coughing herself awake. Then after a whole bunch of turbulence which had me wanting to hurl, Rob had just changed her into the last pull-up we had with us (we had planned to buy a bunch of groceries etc when we arrived, so we only brought two with us), right as we land, Poop Rock City, complete with leaks. I give Rob the wipes and the backup outfit I had packed which had knickers with it, and he does the necessary in the plane potty while I get our gate-checked stroller. Life is fine til we get to the lot to pick up our rental car (save a tantrum on the shuttle bus during which Gracie clonks her head against the back of her seat, and then tried to drive the bus), but when Rob installs the rental car seat, Gracie is reluctant to get in, and we see why -- more poop, in her very non-diapery knickers. We have to dig into the luggage to find more wipes and a baggie to put the soiled clothes in, and a changing pad for her to sit on to keep any poop vibes we missed off the rental car seat. Any smell of new car in our spiffy rental is clouded over by poop on our clothes. We are careful to keep it off the car. The good bit is, Gracie conks out during the drive to the hotel.
We check in, find the not-suite, pay an extra 5 bucks for internet, call Dad to make sure he is cool with not seeing us til tomorrow because right now all we want to do is wash off the poop and chill out. Gracie and I take a bath while Rob goes out for supplies, and now I am in one bed, Rob is in another, and Gracie is bopping back and forth between the two, while we watch Wallace and Gromit on Rob's laptop. I am having chest pains on the left side which I hope will be eased by ativan (took half, will take another if I need), and btw did I mention that I am having an endoscopy next week? The day after we get back. I'll finally know what the story with all my tummy issues is. I will wait til then to see if the chest pain is related and NOT panic about congestive heart failure, though that is naturally on my mind.
Tomorrow the socialising starts. Gracie is perky as ever now, though she will get cold medicine to help her (and us) sleep. Lunch with Dad etc, then hanging with the seester and her hubby at their place, which will probably mean a new Gracie modeling session (brother-in-law likes to take pictures). Saturday begins the 2 days of Dad's Birthday. I am mostly stoked for the prime rib I am going to have. Sunday brunch is at his house, and hopefully Gracie will be well enough to go swimming.
I really, really hate Florida.
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Date: 2009-04-03 09:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-03 04:43 pm (UTC)Why do you need an endoscopy???
When my sister was a baby, we were travelling between NY and California. We got caught in traffic and almost missed the plane. My sister picked the time just when we were getting on the plane to get terrible diarreah and start screaming. The stewardess, meantime, was telling my mother that she had to give our extra seat to someone else, and that she'd just have to hold the baby on her lap. My mom tried to reason with her. No dice. So finally she held up screaming, runny, poop-dripping baby Emily and shouted, "If you don't let us have our seat, I am going to wipe this shitty baby all over your plane!!!"
I think I found a new level of respect for my mother that day.
And yes, we got our seat.
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Date: 2009-04-03 07:42 pm (UTC)TAKE MORE ATIVAN!