Me: "Honey, can you check my hair and make sure there's no vomit in it so I know if I have to bother to wash my hair or not?"
N: "I don't see any."
Me: "Smell it to make sure."
N: "You're good to go."
That pretty much sums up the last 24 hours.
Molly has been asleep on the futon since she got back from the doctor's office. I picked up a prescription for some anti-nausea meds as it got to the point that she couldn't even keep liquids down last night. Hopefully whatever stomach bug she had has run its course and she's on the road to recovery. I'd hate for her to miss her own birthday party this weekend.
Follow up doc appt tomorrow.
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