Oh. My. God.
Ya'all, I thought I was going to die yesterday. Seriously. Die. Huddled over the toilet in my misery, I hoped my husband would carry out my wishes as I'd asked him to.
There is a 24-hour stomach bug going around. I tried valiantly to make it to work, but once there I turned right back around and went home. There was no way in HELL I would survive the day. I came home and slept almost the entire day, and then went to bed at eight.
Today I feel a bit better, but am hesitant to do anything lest I relapse.
God. It was like being pregnant again, but without the promise of a baby at the end of all the nausea. So. Awful.