I couldn't go to sleep last night. And then, of course, Clayton woke up at 3:15 this morning throwing up. Which continued until about 5:45 or so, when he finally got over the dry heaves. Which wouldn't have been quite so bad, except that I had to get up at 6:45 to be in court.
Joy.
He's much better now, it seems, although he still doesn't have much appetite.
He's quite sure that he never wants to throw up like that again. I have to second that wish.
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