Chocolate

Dennis has begun throwing up again at night. We are trying to decide if we should move his Nexium dose to later in the day, or keep him from eating for at least an hour before he goes to bed. The latter would be more difficult because there are days he is in bed by 4PM. Today he has a visit with his doctor, so we will have an opportunity to discuss some options. We also know that in the long run, we are the ones who really know Dennis best.

I bring this up because last night he asked me to come to bed to be with him at 6PM. I wasn't ready, and told him I would come at 7 if we could watch something we agreed upon. Then Dennis noticed that hockey was on, and I begged off and plopped myself in front of our other television. Naturally, every few minutes he was calling for me, because he had thrown up, again, and wanted me to clean up his mess.

One time, as I was cleaning up the latest smelly vomit, he asked me for chocolate. Now chocolate is not his friend on so many levels; chocolate makes him drool more, vomit more and he manages to get it all over his face, the sheets and the pillows. Eating it at night makes no sense, what-so-ever.

So what was my response? First laughter, then a solid "NO", and finally the statement, "you can have your chocolate for breakfast!"

Always, growing up, I wanted chocolate in the morning. Mother always said "no, you can have chocolate on Friday evenings only.

Is there some irony in this situation?

Until later,
Ann and Dennis