“Oh, yeah. I’ve gotten it from there too. It’s good stuff. Okay, keep it mild. Wanton soup would be fine. Maybe some steamed dumplings and noodle with chicken. Nothing fried. I want you to drink plenty of fluids. Terri,” he said, “get him some Pedialyte. He’s a little dehydrated from the diarrhea and it’s the best thing for that.”
“Sure thing,” Terri replied.
“Kevin, you’re probably not going to be thrilled about this, but I think you should wear the pullups until Sunday morning.”
“Why?” Kevin whined.
“What did you say you had before, about half a second’s warning? You don’t have to use them, but I think everyone will be happier if you don’t get caught short.”
Kevin sighed, “I guess.”
“Terri, you’re leaving when, Tuesday?
“That’s right.”
“Okay then, Carrie, you’ll need to bring Kevin back on Next Friday. Talk to Beth, she’ll set up a time. We’ll also have Terri and you sign some forms authorizing you to make medical decisions for Kevin.”
“Sure,” I replied.