Question about vomit

[tripperfunster]

Okay, so I don't know if it is the stomach flu or what, but Quincey came into the kitchen a little while ago (around midnight) whining, and barfing a little. I let him over to the sink, and he retched a few more times, and seemed to be okay. He got some on him, so I told him to hang tight and I'd run him a bath.

I asked him if he'd puked in his bed, and he said no, he didn't think so. Cool. I run the bath, put him in there, wash the kitchen floor, throw the mat and his pj's in the wash and think ... god, it still smells like barf in here. I go into his room, and OMFG! Well, I won't go into details, but suffice to say, there was LOTS OF BARF. Lots. On the bed. Soaked through into the mattress, spilling OFF his blankets, onto the floor. CHUNKS. Like, Def-con five, but with barf.

I'm a bit of a puke-a-phobe, so I don't know if I'm over reacting, but ... WTF am I supposed to do with bedding that ... saturated? ...and chunky? (did I mention the chunks?)

Personally, I am tempted to just THROW AWAY THE BEDDING. And possibly the bed. And maybe pack up the shit that didn't get spewed on and move house.

I cleaned up the floor as best I could, then hubby took the Bissel carpet cleaner thingie and cleaned the floor and mattress. I told him that if he wanted to save the sheets and blanket, that HE could clean them, but NOT ME!

Now that I've taken a shower and done the Haz-Mat scrub, let's hope this isn't something that's catching! *wibbles*



Sorry if I totes grossed you out!

ETA: 2 am: More barf, but in a bucket this time. yay!
2:30 am: Alarm company calls to say that that our alarm is going off, and our store has been broken into. Hubby goes into the city to see to that mess.
3:30 am: Hubby calls (and wakes me up) to say that yes, we were broken into, but they didn't trash the place or anything.
4:30am: More barfing. Also into the bucket.
5:30am: Hubby gets home. Proceeds to SHIVER in bed for the next two hours until I get up and get him a hot water bottle. He, of course, is convinced he has the stomach flu.
7:30 am: Here I am, with a total of about 3 hours of sleep, getting ready to go to work. I think I'll just let our other son stay home from school, since I have no way of getting him there, with hubby comatose. He will happily play video games all day. He was hilariously incredulous that he slept through everything last night. ;D

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[tripperfunster.livejournal.com]

Hee! Putting it out in the sun here, would mean making it a nice roost for the chickens! And THAT, certainly wouldn't make it smell any better! :D