After the doctor told us on Monday Alex "just had a stomach virus" and not the dreaded "pool parasite" so many kids have become unwilling hosts of, I was relieved that we were looking at two or three days of vomiting and diarrhea and we could then return to our normal lives.
Today marks day number six at casa de poop n puke and Alex is beginning to look emaciated. He's always been skinny, but now you could slice cheese on his collarbones. I called the doctor this morning to ask what the f***k was going on in my son's tummy and why the hell it wasn't going away. I was then told that yea, he's probably got Cryptosporidiosis and there's not much we can do about it other than let it just run it's course which could take ANOTHER WEEK! In another week, Alex will be so thin he could fall through the floorboards.
The good news is that if he isn't vomiting, I can feed him. Which I haven't been able to do all week, but apparently can begin doing now that it's only coming out the back end. The bad news is, he doesn't really feel like eating anything but bread. Which, I guess is better than nothing, but I'm desperatly holding back the urge to hold him down and stuff him with Hostess Cupcakes before he wastes away to nothing.
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