Soooo way back in September, Gaius was really under the weather. Really really under the weather. He just keep barfing all.day.long. All over every surface imaginable: both sofas, the rug, himself, mom, his stuffed dogs, 3 or 4 sets of clothes, the tile, the hardwood.... everything. It was quite scary to see my normally crazy monkey so out of it. And lets face it, I was losing my mind in the midst of all the barf and worry (Michael just recently forced me to listen to the voicemail I left him that day & I sound out of my damn mind). I finally convinced Michael that it was serious enough that it warranted him leaving work and taking a trip to the ER.
As it turns out, all he needed was half a anti-nausea pill and a popsicle or two and he was good to go....
September 11, 2012
We have no clue what was actually wrong with him, but by the time we left the hospital it was like it never happened (as you can tell).
