Wednesday, I was putting Dax to bed and we were about to brush his teeth until we were interpreted by the stomach bug. He showed no signs of feeling bad. He threw up a couple times while in the bathroom. Over the next 7 hours he continued to vomit. I made a little pallet next to our bed where he slept or at least tried to sleep. After several dirty towels and sheets Thursday morning he woke up his normal self.
Friday, it was my turn. We loaded up the car with the new boat and headed down to the beach house. We took a cruise in the bay and I started feeling crampy. We got back to the house and I watched Dax fish for awhile. The pain was getting worse and worse so I went upstairs and layed down around 9ish. I would say about 30 minutes later the vomitathon started until 3 o'clock in the morning. Dax work up and started vomiting AGAIN so I threw in the towel and headed to the Galveston ER. By that time Dax was fine and did not vomit anymore. This was his first time to the ER and wanted to make sure he said Hi to everyone that came in sight. I was sent home after taking a pill and basically them telling me there was nothing they could do for me.
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