It has not been a good week for me this week. As you may have guessed by the title, I have been poorly with the worst case of poorlyness that anyone has ever had.
The whole thing caught me off guard. I was going to nursery as usual, having lots of fun at home and felt absolutely fine. However, one fateful night, everything changed!
How It All Started…
I had eaten my tea, had my bath and jumped into bed all without issue. My Mammy and Daddy read a story with me, said goodnight and finally it was time for my little head to hit the pillow. Very quickly I was fast asleep, I remember I was having a dream where I was asking Mammy why if we call oranges, oranges, why don’t we call bananas yellows?
Suddenly I was pulled from this dream as I started to have a very uncomfortable feeling in my belly. My eyes opened wide as I sat up and soon realised what this uncomfortable feeling was. Before I could do anything, I may have emptied the contents of my belly into my brand new bed!!
I took a second to compose myself as I looked upon the devastation in front of me. My new bed was covered in sick, I was covered, it was in my hair and all over my hands. Admittedly, it was not a good look for me, even I couldn’t make it look graceful. Wondering if I would get in trouble for ruining my new bed, I thought about ways I could hide the evidence of what had just happened.
Could I Get Away With It?
One idea that came to mind was to simply pull the bed covers over the sick area and pretend like all was well in the morning. The problem with that idea being that I was also covered in sick, I think Mammy and Daddy may figure that out.
My next idea was to take off my sicky clothes and hide them in Mammy and Daddy’s room. Only issue there is that I struggle to take my own clothes off sometimes.
Finally, my last idea was to blame my toy sheep. He sleeps next to me, so it is entirely plausible that sheep was sick all over me and the bed. However, I came to the realisation that I am probably better off just shouting for my Mammy and Daddy.
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It is Mammy you need, not Daddy
In these situations, it is Mammy you want. Daddy has his uses, but dealing with sick is not one of them. There is a strong chance that if he were presented with this particular problem, he too would be sick all over my bedroom. Soon enough I heard footsteps coming towards my bedroom. I was stood up by the bedroom door, covered in sick, waiting for Mammy to embrace me and fix everything.
The door swung open and to my horror, Daddy was stood in front of me. I almost threw up again and the thought of his involvement. At this point, all the lights were off so it was dark and hard to see anything. Because of this, Daddy made the assumption that I just needed a wee and proceeded to take my hand and lead me to the toilet. He was about to get a shock.
In gripping my hand, he felt a liquid. His next thought was, “Oh no, she must have done a wee in her bed”.
No Daddy, I had not done a wee in the bed. Brace yourself, the smell is about to hit you.
The Moment Daddy Realised
The moment of realisation came. Daddy took a deep breath and he then had all the information he needed. My discomfort, a wet hand and strong smell of sick. He did the only thing he could do in that moment. He turned the light on, took one look at the devastation in front of him and with fear in his voice shouted, “Mammy, come here!”
To his credit, Daddy did not run away. Even when Mammy arrived, he was in the trenches with me, cleaning the sick off my body and took me to the toilet, where I was sadly sick again. The silver lining being that I was sick in the toilet this time, not on the floor. Meanwhile, Mammy started changing all my bed sheets.
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Plot Twist
After a short while, I was cleaned, in fresh clothes and ready to jump back into a clean bed. It was the middle of the night and we were all tired and ready to go back to sleep. I laid down, wrapped myself up in the quilt, and then felt a strange feeling in my belly again.
That’s right, sick again. Right in the same spot as last time. All my Daddy’s nightmares had hit at once, as operation clean Evelyn started all over again.
After being cleaned for a second time, I was asked if I wanted Mammy or Daddy to sleep in my bed too, to help me if I felt sick again. As my Daddy had experienced a lot of trauma that night, I felt it would be best that he has some time to sleep in his own bed. He had been brave and did not back down to my sickly challenged. Therefore, Mammy slept next to me the rest of the night and thankfully, there was no more sick that night.
I Feel Better Now
In the end, I had to have two days off nursery, was sick a few more times and missed out on a birthday party, all because of this terrible illness. I know what you must be thinking, “Wow Evelyn, that sounds like the worse case of being poorly that anyone has ever had.” You would be right. But I powered through and I am now feeling tip top you will be pleased to hear.
My Daddy though, I am not so sure. I keep seeing him staring off into space with a very concerning look and his eye twitching. I can only assume he is having some sort of sickly flashbacks. It might be fun to start pretending to feel sick to just stress him out.
Evelyn x
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