Fischer has had quite a rough night...well...actually more like a rough week. He's been sick with a deep chest cold. Every time Karl saw him he would say that Fischer looked like he had been hit by a truck. He was just that out of it. Then on Thursday he ran into a coffee table at the sitters house and gave him quite the little bump on his head. Well last night and today was the first time he actually started to act like himself, or so we thought. So tonight we figured he would be okay to go to Lowes with us while we picked up some items for our basement we are finishing. Perfectly harmless. Boy were we wrong.
Fischer who normally loves riding in the cart only wanted to be held, which should have been my first clue. Since Karl was going to need my help lifting things, holding him was basically out of the question. So I got his blanket so he could love on that in the cart. Next thing I know Fischer is throwing up EVERYWHERE, non-stop. It was ALL over him, ALL over the blanket, splattered ALL over the floor, down my leg, on my shoe, completely covered the front part of the cart. It was so gross. Chunks and liquid everywhere and the smell....we'll just say it took every ounce of me to keep my own stomach in check. It was awful. I just stood there in shock, not really sure what to do. A nice Lowes lady who was near by totally came to our rescue with towels, bags, a garbage can, and disinfectant. All I have to say is that whatever she is making wasn't nearly enough with the mess Fischer had created. It was so bad we had to strip Fischer out of his clothes right there in the store. They were too wet and messy to wipe down. After that I wrapped Fischer in my sweater and out to the car we stayed until Dad finished with the remaining items. Thank you Lowes for being SO nice about the situation and quick to help us get the mess cleaned up.