Vomit Headquarters Of Central PA

The last 6 days here have been completely awful. While Jacob, my mother and I all recovered within 48 hours of our illnesses, Andrew's vomiting has continued - and he was the one that started it all. Last night, after a half hour of continuous vomiting, I started to become very concerned. I called the on-call doctor, and he said that Andrew would be fine throughout the night, not to risk the roads and just bring him into the office this morning. So this morning at 9, I tried to call. No answer. I called every 5 minutes until 10. No answer. Then I called the answering service and they informed me that the office was closed today. Nice. What kind of doctor office closes for bad roads? I didn't want another day to go by without him being seen, so I took him to the emergency room. They drew blood and got a urine sample from him. Everything was amazingly fine. They sent me home with a prescription for zofran, an anti-emetic they give to chemo patients! It seems to be working so far (knock on wood). He hasn't thrown up today, and I hope that we are at the end of this awful, awful bug. Yuck!

Throughout the illness, though Jacob has remained his typical germophobic self. When my mother started to get ill, he said to her, "Clorox, Mimi. Kills germs on contact." Then every time she emerged from the bathroom, he asked her if she remembered to wipe down the toilet seat. At one point he said to my dad, "Pap, I feel like we are on the S.S. Diarrhea." Leave it to Jacob to remain witty, albeit unknowingly, amidst the stomach flu.

Here's a pic of Andrew after they drew blood at the ER. I give those three nurses a lot of credit. It went so smoothly, he didn't even bruise! Amazing!