As of late, one of the main complaints my patients have had is Nausea, Vomiting, and Diarrhea. I had today off so I thought I would be safe and get a break from the issue.
Well, tonight while doing dishes I heard Charlotte exclaim in a rather serious and hurried voice that she had to "rush Minnie to the doctor (me) in the hospital (kitchen)". Upon arrival at the hospital, we had the following exchange.
Charlotte: Dad! Minnie is throwing up!
Me: How much does she weigh?
(Charlotte puts mini on a book and reads out a measurement)
Charlotte: About 3 pounds.
Me: How many times has she thrown up?
Charlotte: About one hundred.
Me: Does she have a fever?
Charlotte: Uh, I think she did last Wednesday.
Me: Is there any red stuff that looks like blood in her throw-up or just food?
Charlotte: Just food I think.
Me: Diarrhea?
Charlotte: No.
Me: Ok I am going to push on her tummy does it feel ok?
Charlotte: Why yes.
Me: How about her ears and heart and lungs?
Charlotte: They're ok.
Me: Ok here is a medicine to make her feel better.
Charlotte: Oh thank you!
Two minutes later Hazel rushes in.
Hazel: Dad Foggy just fow up.
Me: Oh no? How many times?
Hazel: Fee.
Me: Does he have a fever?
Hazel: Uh, no. No fevuh.
Me: Any diarrhea?
Hazel: No.
Me: I think Froggy will be ok. Charlotte can you share your medicine with Froggy?
Charlotte: Sure!
So glad my work experience prepared me for this emergency tonight. I'm not sure how else I would have provided reassurance and comfort to my kids.
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