"I know an old woman who swallowed a fly.Her screams woke me up at 1.30am. I went in, hoping she hadn't had a nightmare (the last time that happened, we were up for hours trying to resettle her). TLM pointed to a dark patch, next to her head on the mattress, saying "I die, I die" in a shaky voice. So I told her she wasn't dying; she'd just vomited.
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
Perhaps she'll die."
Now, we've not been discussing the concept of death with TLM - I don't know when I will, either. But we have been reading together a beautifully illustrated book of the rhyme above. I can only assume she'd been dreaming of the old lady who, by the last page, has kicked the bucket due to ridiculously inappropriate ingestion.
TLM went on to wake up in puddles of vomit until 4am (which is how our laundry hamper went from empty to chockful overnight). But at least she no longer thought she was going to die.
4 comments:
One of my early vivid memories was of how traumatizing vomitting can feel.
I can see how it can cause some confusion.
i am not sure whether i would be so calm if i was woken up and i found vomit all over the place. my cat vomited and i was so worried i ended up paying $500 at the vet. i hate my cat. hope she's doing ok. kisses.
nigel: yeah, I hate the feeling of vomitting. I could never be a bulimic.
no milk: just the yuck factor would be bad enough eh? She's okay - better than that night anyway. Hope your cat doesn't feel guilty about the vet cost :-)
Oh dear. Maybe you should read her a bit happier poems before bedtime.
Perhaps nonvomit ones
Glad she is feeling a little better
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