"The Race Is On"

Connor woke up at 5:30 this morning spewing bile. His burps smell like ass, his gas smells worse than a decomposed body and he's acting as if nothing is wrong. Oh, something is wrong all right. We just aren't sure what it is yet.

So, the questions of the day are as follows:
1. What the hell does he have, and...2. when will we get it?

The countdown is on. I'm not looking forward to its conclusion.

Also, Connor fell and chipped a tooth today. It was a baby tooth (obviously) so it didn't really hurt much, but he's continuously running his tongue over the newly jagged incisor.

All this and the day isn't over yet...