You're Gonna Put It Where???

My oldest has (or rather had) tonsils the size of small limes so of course the surgeon said they needed to come out which placed us at the hospital last Wednesday. Liz was a trooper and handled everything with grace and dignity. . . .until we got home.

She threw up about 4 times in the recovery room but since she was still equipped with an IV the nurses gave her anti-nausea meds through that and she was none the wiser.
As we prepared to leave, one of the nurses handed me a little ziplock bag with a prescription label on it explaining, take this with you just in case she gets sick once you get home. Oh, how nice and considerate of them I think to myself, and I thank them as I shove the baggie in my purse without another thought. "Just wear gloves" one of the nurses recommended. Gloves? to give her a pill to swallow?? I was confused, but at the same time another nurse was handing me discharge instructions to sign and a third was taking out her IV and telling Chris to hold pressure on it so the confusion fluttered from my mind and flew away.

Until we got home.

Of course, not 5 minutes after we walk in the door she tosses her cookies in the hall bathroom and is looking a little putrid. Grammy wants to know if they wrote a prescription for her nausea. No I say, they were kind enough to send me home with a pill. So I run to get the little baggie from my purse and as I'm pouring a glass of juice my mother examines the packet and says,"Sweetie, you don't need juice. It's a suppository."

"Just wear gloves" is now making much more sense.

So I approach the miserable looking child and say, "Honey, I have some medicine for you that's going to make your tummy feel better. . . . .but it's a different kind of medicine than you usually take." I sit on the bed and begin to try and explain how this is going to work.

"YOU'RE GONNA PUT IT WHERE ?!!??!!?!!?"