It all started last Thursday. My granddaughter, Sabria, began vomiting. By 7:30 p.m., her mom, Natalie, and I were headed to the emergency room. We did the whole sit-in-the-waiting-room thing for two hours, then the sit-in-room-13 thing for two more hours before we saw a doctor. During the interim, the attending nurse wanted to make sure Sabria wasn’t keeping fluids down, so she gave her some grape Gatorade. Fifteen minutes later, I was now wearing the grape Gatorade, and the nurse determined that Sabria really couldn’t keep fluids down—nothing like the old scientific method. After ch