August 3, Kelley's Island.
Another visit to the ER, this time spiced with having to take the ferry back to the mainland and spend the night on a Walmart parking lot.
The good thing is Nicolas is fine, and the Little Sisters came with us, making this new ordeal not only lighter for me but an adventure for the kids. We all slept in their van, after stopping for the promised fries, which arrived to much jumping around, despite the late hour and endless wait and bitter medicine. We took the ferry by day, twice, sunset light and foggy morning.
And in the end it was only a bug and Nicolas got a really expensive double dose of Tylenol.
But better safe than sorry is the motto on an island with no doctors and no ferry service during the night.
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