Taking the Scenic Route

Well, that was different.

Zane is not yet completely well.  He has a horrible cough at night and, despite saying he feels ok, he is really lethargic.  He is not the least bit interested in doing school today and wants to watch cartoons that he used to like, but has mostly outgrown.  I am guessing he isn’t actually feeling very good.

He is, however, craving hot sauce.  It is not unusual for him to want hot sauce, but today he seemed like he couldn’t get enough.  I figure that he has some sort of throat bug and his body was wanting the hot sauce to help kill it.  (I know that I sometimes crave super spicy foods when my sinus or throat is bothering me).  However, he doesn’t have a good grasp on what is too much hot sauce.  

I was sitting on the couch with Zora, who had just woken up from her nap, and all of a sudden he sprints past me to the bathroom and I hear the sink turned on and screaming.  I jump up and run to see what the problem was.  I think he threw up in the sink, but he was yelling “clean up, clean up” in between screams and his face was really red.  He was trying to get his face under the facet (wasn’t fitting).  I flip on the shower, rip his clothes off and stick him in there.  As I turn on the shower, Zora gets really excited and comes running as she is stripping off her clothes.  She gets underfoot which just increases Zane’s panic, so I lift her up, set her outside the door and close the door.  She is really mad and proceeds to spend the entire rest of the time we are in the shower pounding on the door. 

I get Zane in the shower and he sticks his face in the stream of water (something he doesn’t usually do willingly), but is still screaming and crying.  All I can think is that the hot sauce isn’t dissipating fast enough and is burning him, so I run to the kitchen, grab the jug of milk and pour it on his head.  Yeah.  ice cold milk on his head…you can guess how well that went.  However, it did seem to stop the burn.  He was still crying, but it wasn’t in a panic anymore.  He wants out of the shower.  I find the Benadryl and put it on his face as much as he will let me (he isn’t thrilled about it), and ask if he wants some chocolate milk (to help his stomach settle) and he does. 

I went through the entire gallon of milk in under 3 minutes.  However, his face is returning to it’s normal color now and he is playing happily in his room, so it is very worth it. 

Poor guy.  Scared the poop out of me. 

Zora is still mad at me and wants a shower.  lol