Paging Dr. Megan.....STAT!

Poor Sammy is sick. Throwing up. I've been patting myself on the shoulder because beyond a cold, none of us have been sick. She said her tummy hurt, but she had to go to the gastroenterologist today. I thought maybe it was related to that issue. Literally five minutes before we need to go, she throws up. Should I cancel the appointment? Nope, it is too hard to get an appointment there. Bless her heart, she threw up in the car, and then in the parking lot after the Dr. She said it feels like she is going to explode. I'm actually thinking it may be food poisoning. She had Subway last night with a friend and that is when she started to feel yucky. Leave it to Megan, the classic oldest child. At the doctor's office they had a lot of books showing the intestines and what can go wrong with them. When we got home she fashioned a doctors kit out of tin foil and she has been diagnosing all of us all day. She made a stethoscope, one of those things you bonk on your knee to test reflexes, a scalpel, and light to look in your throat, and the most important of all....a lollipop. I have cancer in my guts. (That is the official terminology) Nate had something wrong with his cacophogus. Whatever that is! But she has been taking excellent care of her little sister, reading her stories, getting her drinks, and helping her wipe her mouth after throwing up. She is such a great helper! Good thing too. I was dry heaving myself as I was holding Sammy's hair back. Give me blood any day. I just can't handle vomit.