I think it just might have been the worst weekend I have ever had. Friday night, after being sort of blown off by a friend of mine, I grabbed some takeout from Applebee's and went home to watch SG-1 & Atlantis with John. I felt fine, went to bed at midnight, woke up at 3:30 and it was vomitus non-stoppicus every 10 minutes until about 1:00 that afternoon. 9.5 hours spent on the bathroom floor and it was NOT a fun experience. I couldn't sleep for more than 5 minutes at a time, couldn't even keep down water. The rest of the night I had a fever, chills, aches. Sunday, it hurt to even breathe because all my muscles were so sore from all the puking. So here I am at work today, still very very sore but at least my stomach is my friend again.
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