Our daughter Macey is sick. Macey is a puker. I don't do puke.
If you'll recall, I'm an emetophobe, which means I have an unreasonable fear of vomit. I wrote about it here, here, and here. I did some work with a therapist about this, and recently did some relaxation exercises to help keep me calm the next time I have to be in a puke-related situation. I think that time is going to be today.
Right now Craig is home with Macey, but he has to leave in a few hours so I'll be home alone with her. And I'll have to deal with it if she pukes. By myself.
I hope I get through it. The whole idea of being scared of vomit is absurd and completely terrorizing at the same time.
Should be a fun afternoon. Yeah, not really.
Carrying The Hands
12 hours ago