Well, we had our first false alarm last night. Meghan began feeling out of sorts while I was at rehearsal. When I called on my way home I was greeted by, "I've either got food poisoning or I'm going into labor..." Hmmm... So we rushed to the hospital around 10:30. After a series of tests, nausea drugs, and IVs, we were told that it was most likely a stomach flu that led to vomiting, that resulted in dehydration, that triggered severe contractions (substitute a few "begats" into that last sentence and it almost sounds biblical... Maybe not.).
Got home around 5:00 am, but I had to go to a pharmacy to pick up a prescription at 8:00. Then of course around 9:30, just as I was trying to get back to sleep, Meghan got a call from the doctor and was told to drink ginger ale and eat popsicles, neither of which we had. Soooooo it was back to the store for me. I tried sleeping after that with no luck, so I'm stumbling around today on 2 1/2 hours of sleep, and I have to bartend from 4:00 - 10:00 tonight. Who wants to buy a drink from me!!! :)
Cheers!
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I'd buy the drink if I were there. Here's to many more sleepless nights when Salmonella/Influenza/BD arrives!
Besos,
la abuela del/de la mono/-a
Love & Good Luck,
Grandma McC.
Well, I'm glad Meagan's okay! What a night!
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