I woke up at 3:30 am last night, with the knowledge that I was about to throw up and that I needed to get to the bathroom in the next 20 seconds. It happened again the next hour and once more at 5:30 am. I wondered briefly at that point if this flu was going to kill me, but thankfully that was not to be. I woke up at 10:30 am and feeling deeply thirsty, drank some Sprite in the hopes that it would help settle my stomach. Sadly it had the opposite effect. More puking.
I am an old hand with the stomach bug. For most of my childhood, I was felled by the stomach flu at least once a year. I know the drill well. But that doesn’t make it fun.
Two glasses of water and some lemon lime gatorade (that Seth kindly brought me from the outside world) later, I’m finally starting to feel marginally better. However, I did miss my class tonight, which makes me sad. I’m hoping that tomorrow I’ll feel substantially better.