Sick day

Warning: some unpleasant stuff will be described. Also annoying people.

The kid has the respiratory virus du jour. Lots of congestion and a raspy cough.

But also plenty of gagging. You see one of his autism deals is that he won’t expectorate. He doesn’t spit out gunk – he just swallows it.

So, while I was off at work, he threw up all over his bedding. Melissa cleaned up the mess (you know, what the cleaning spray cans call the “solid”) and lugged the bedding – including a weighted sensory blanket, to the laundry room at the other end of the house. She has weight lifting restrictions due to a medical condition, so her moving a soaked load out of the washer and into the dryer is a no-go. She gave me a call to describe the situation.

I’ve been behind on shopping, so there wasn’t any kind of cleaner for the mattress or rug, both of which caught some of the mess. So I left work to buy some and come give Melissa a hand at home.

On the plus side, the secretary at work made splitting as painless as possible. She helped me think through what absolutely needed doing so I could bundle up stuff and get it done at the house. She also called various folks for me so that others could take over a couple of scheduled meetings.

But then I got to the hardware store to get those cleaning supplies. And that’s where Joey’s sick day started making me sick.

There were plenty of red-vested employees visible around the store, but most were stocking shelves and displays. There was only one register open.

The woman at the register was also answering the store’s incoming phone calls. She was in an extended argument with someone who wanted a rug shampooer or other rental doodad and wanted to debate the store’s “no reservations” policy.

I was third in line. #1 was a little old man who kept saying “I don’t do this very often,” meaning swipe a card at a point of purchase. He pushed wrong buttons and cancelled his own transaction at least twice before the lone check out clerk escaped the call with the aggrieved rug shampooer customer and helped #1 pay for his package of batteries.

#2 was a burly contractor looking fellow picking up some landscaping materials. As he stepped up to pay, off went his cell phone. And of course he took the call.

It’s a few hours later now. Joey’s bedding is pretty near clean. The mattress will be dry enough for fresh sheets pretty soon, although Joey jangled my nerves by knocking over the oscillating fan I’d placed in his room to help dry the mess spots I’d cleaned.

I’ve finished the major work I toted home.

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