Bend Down

I've had a few spewers in the past couple of days. 3 actually. All at work. The first one, a little girl, ate too much food and then started to regurgitate it back up. This didn't deter her though, and she picked up another piece of fruit that she hadn't previously eaten, and ate that.

The next was a boy of about 4. This boy is a renowned spewer and spews regularly. He likes to work himself up into such a state that he spews. He used to do it in the mornings when he was dropped off. Now he likes to do it around 1 o'clock. I'm not sure why, as he really enjoys himself before and after spewing, it's just that there will be a 10 minute period where he will become upset. And then he spews. And then he's okay. It's kind of weird. But people are weird.

The third spewer was another boy of about 4. This boy was genuinely unwell. He looked very pale, and didn't eat any of his lunch. He went to the toilet before lying down. He said that he'd done "a bad one." Upon further inspection is was "bad", but not too "bad." After going to the toilet he regained some colour, he didn't have a temperature and he had a drink of water. He went and laid down on his bed. 5 minutes later he spewed up. It had a fairly strong smell. Like parmesan cheese. It was okay though, everybody gets sick from time to time.

So I cleaned up 3 different lots of spew in 2 days. David tells me that my sister was spewing this morning. She had to come home from work because she was too hung over. She found out yesterday that she will be working full time for Queensland Health. Perhaps this drove her to drink? Maybe she was celebrating! Anyways, I think that she'll do a great job there. And I'm glad I didn't need to clean up her spew.

I broke a glass this morning. It wasn't my glass, and it was quite a nice one. It was a long stemmed goblet type thing. There used to be a set of 4, now there is only one. So I went and bought some replacements. They are not the same glasses, but they are nice. I went to David Jones to pick them up. They were having a sale, 30% off. Which was great. Unfortunately I walked past the menswear section on the way out. They were having a 30% off sale as well. So I bought some shirts. And a cardigan.

With the cardigan I was actually quite torn. It's a nice dark navy blue number. There was one that was exactly the same, but in black. There really wasn't too much difference at all. Except the blue one was 30 bucks more expensive than the black one. I didn't know this when I tried them on, and I preferred the blue one. But then I found out about the price difference. And it made me think. Was the blue one really worth $30 more than the black. They were almost identical! And they had started off at the same price. I went and picked up the black one and asked the sales assistant about it. She scanned them both for me to confirm the price. They were indeed different prices. I went to buy the black one. Then I thought about it. 30 bucks is 30 bucks. But there must have been a reason why I chose the blue one when I thought that they were the same price. So I went with the blue one.

As soon as I walked out of the department store I suffered some buyer's remorse.

I've been listening to some Avenged Sevenfold recently. The song The Beast and The Harlot is great. The film clip is worth checking out too!