Upchuck again


This evening I went for a short run after we’d got the kids to eat and after I’d eaten half a Terry’s Chocolate Orange, one of the last vestiges of Christmas chocolate left in the fridge. It is not a good idea to try to go running just after you’ve eaten half a Terry’s Chocolate Orange. It’s not a good idea to eat half a Terry’s Chocolate Orange in one go either, which is usually something you realise about a quarter of the way into a Terry’s Chocolate Orange, but by then you’re too high on the sugar and, riding a wave of nausea, all you can do is eat the rest of the thing and damn the consequences.

I stopped off at the office on the way home to pick up some papers, and then returned to the family abode, sweaty and revolting. My wife wasn’t too put off by this (no more than usual) so we settled down to watch some trashy TV on my computer. We were half way through that when there was a yell from La Serpiente’s room, and we rushed in to find that she’d vomitted over her bed.

This particular counterblast to agnosticism was apparently a mixture of yoghurt and berries and bile, stank atrociously as usual, and got onto Toffee Puppy as well as the sheets and her sleep sack. La Serpiente was very good about it, not wailing much and just plaintively saying she didn’t want to get into her replacement sleep sack because she “didn’t want to get it dirty” – how thoughtful of the poor thing. We sat with her until Destroyer woke up and starting howling, at which point my wife took off to deal with that and I stayed with La Serpiente while she flopped around and then went back to sleep.

Since her modus operandi is to have a couple of purges of her stomach, we’re not expecting to go to bed any time soon, which really isn’t the greatest way to spend our Tuesday evening, but really, what else can you do? I’m assuming that this is character building for us in some way or other.


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