I learned

Things I learned from spending 2 days in our local hospital with Elvis:

~ NEVER give chocolate milk to a child with a temp about 102 degrees. It apparently curdles in the heat of his tiny tummy. Upon completing the curdling process, it shows itself again...and again. *shudder*

~ Chocolate milk, once curdled in the tiny tummy of Elvis, bears a strong resemblance to cottage cheese - just a different color, obviously.

~ I can live 24 hours having only consumed 8 Ritz crackers.

~ That hospital smell can and will cling to every available surface.

~ Food service employees aren't permitted to enter the room when your child has a communicable disease. No one can enter without gloves and gowns. Some even wear masks.

~ Elvis doesn't much like people who wear masks.

~ When Elvis' temp hits 103.8 degrees, he can't move at all.

~ Elvis' heart can beat 202 times a minute and not kill him.

~ Washing your hair with a bar of soap helps some but not enough.

~ Contact lenses aren't actually super-glued to your eyeball after being worn for 50+ hours...it just feels like they are when you try to remove them.

~ If I'm tired enough, I can actually sleep on one of those ancient chairs that pulls out into a bed.

~ Elvis' body may be tiny but it can evidently produce/hold an insane amount of mucous.

~ There's no place like home...even my wacky home.