Sick Kid

Katie got up short­ly before mid­night think­ing she was hav­ing real­ly bad cramps. Sam drew her one of his spe­cial baths, with milk and herbs and all, which helped a bit. But then she start­ed throw­ing up. In fact, she did that repeat­ed­ly all night, get­ting very lit­tle sleep. She’s bet­ter now, so I’m hop­ing the worst is past—and that nobody else comes up with the same bug. She’s drink­ing some flat pseu­do-Sprite and I’m wait­ing to see if she keeps that down.

G and R both went to school on their respec­tive bus­es today for the first time in over a week. I’ve got to go check G out in a few min­utes to go to a ther­a­py appointment.

And on the very hap­py side, I did­n’t have a migraine this morn­ing, and I woke up far ear­li­er than I expect­ed. Per­haps I’m adjust­ing to the new med­ica­tion dosage!