My husband, who never gets sick, barfed and shat intermittently for hours that night and there was a turning point when I could hear only bile, a level of primordial retching wherein he became a banshee, emitting a spectral sound unrecognizable as my husband’s.
Sorry to hear Luke isn't feeling well. I hope he makes a full recovery (with blood intact).
Your reference to your apartment being like a treehouse made me think of Joan Baez, who sometimes sleeps in a treehouse she built on her property in Northern California. Something to consider if you wish to save on rent.
That sounds beautiful! 😻 I’ll keep it in mind! This night when Luke was ill was almost a year ago! I neglected to mention! He made a quick recovery. ❤️🩹
Oh my. That takes me right back to when my daughter was small and it was me who was doing the retching until there was nothing left but green bile. I will never forget that color. I did pass out, the first of I think three times I have left my husband for a panicky minute. He called an ambulance while I was “gone”, to the delight of my daughter, who watched all the flashing lights from her bedroom. Scary stuff, that. Sometimes I think I should carry a tiny memo book labeled “while you were out” for someone to write in so I know what I missed. Let me know when this tale ends up in a book, play or story. I’ll want to read it.
Sorry to hear Luke isn't feeling well. I hope he makes a full recovery (with blood intact).
Your reference to your apartment being like a treehouse made me think of Joan Baez, who sometimes sleeps in a treehouse she built on her property in Northern California. Something to consider if you wish to save on rent.
That sounds beautiful! 😻 I’ll keep it in mind! This night when Luke was ill was almost a year ago! I neglected to mention! He made a quick recovery. ❤️🩹
Oof! The last sentence! Love the metaphor of paper safety nets. I do hope Luke is ok. ❤️❤️❤️
Oh my. That takes me right back to when my daughter was small and it was me who was doing the retching until there was nothing left but green bile. I will never forget that color. I did pass out, the first of I think three times I have left my husband for a panicky minute. He called an ambulance while I was “gone”, to the delight of my daughter, who watched all the flashing lights from her bedroom. Scary stuff, that. Sometimes I think I should carry a tiny memo book labeled “while you were out” for someone to write in so I know what I missed. Let me know when this tale ends up in a book, play or story. I’ll want to read it.
I’ll keep you posted!! Well I’m glad that your daughter recalls this as a fun memory 🤣🤣 certainly could have been remembered as terrifying !
gorgeous writing. sending you <3
That makes my day thank you old friend ❤️❤️❤️🥰