Oh it was more than a tummyache, friend. It was flowing out both ends. I couldn't keep any water down. I had to go to the ER to get rehydrated. I am going to get a massive bill for my little eight hour stay that will start the book of horrors that is 2024.

Even now I dread going into the bathroom for I know cleaning up the emesis and faeces that I ejected is going to be a herculean task. I live in fear of eating because i'm literally afraid it will begin again. I thought was gonna die this weekend. So here I am, sipping tomato soup with croutons and drinking pedialyte hoping my PTO request will be honored because I don't feel so great.

And this all played out THIS WEEKEND.