A Diabolical Stomach Bug

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As Logged By:

Agent Rose

 


Painful insides and running fever

This diabolical cutie needs a reliever

Not a bit of food can I eat

Without it coming up in a great feat.

 

 A trip to the hospital?

Anything to stop it all.

Should I eat along the way?

And make a great, pukey display.

 

Oh, yes.  It got me.
 
It really, really did.  
 
The coughing, the puking, the tender tummy, the gas.  The pooping!
 
Oh, the pooping. 
 
Oh, the puking!

"Is she keeping anything down?"  Daddy asks after tiptoeing to my bed.
 
"Nothing.  Let's check her fever."
 
Mommy and Daddy get the thermometer.  I try to wriggle away as they press it against my ear.  No!  I don't want my temperature taken.  I push it away, only to push too hard.
 
PPPPHHHHHFFFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTHHHHHTTTT!
 
"Wow!  That one smells like forgotten scrambled eggs," Daddy gags and takes a step back.
 
"Poor thing," Mommy pouts.  "Her fever is rising.  We should take her to the hospital."
 
"I'll pull the car around," Daddy offers and races off before the stench gets to him.
 
At least, I've still got my diabolicalness.
 
Mommy gets me ready, all to the protests of my tender tummy.  I'm so thirsty, but the thought of anything makes me feel like puking.
 
Into the car seat and off we go.  Mommy and Daddy racing to get there and get my fever down.  
 
I look to the side and what do I find?  
 
A juice box that's flavored cranberry lime.  
 
I really do need a drink, I really am thirsty.  Though I can't stand cranberries, nor do I like limes.  
 
Being this thirsty is too much, I must have a sip.  Even if it makes me sick!
 
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
 
Ah, my throat is quenched.  My mouth no longer dry.  My tummy getting some liquid. 

My tummy...
 
Uuhhhhhhh, that's not sitting very well.
 
"Hello, I'm Dr. Emer..."
 
BLLLLLLEEECCCKKK! 

PPHHHRRRRRTTTTHHHTTT!
 
The doctor looks down at her white coat, which is now covered in cranberry lime.  "Looks like someone has caught a stomach bug."
 
Meanwhile, Daddy's face is starting to turn green.  "A really stinky stomach bug."
 
 
Upcoming Log:  Diabolical Spaghetti
 

 

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