Thursday night, I came home from class and didn't feel too good. I went to bed thinking I was just really tired.
But, Friday morning, at about 4 am, I woke up and puked. Then, a bit later, more puke. Then the mud butt began, and I think that was almost worse -- barfing sucks, but having liquid evil shoot out your ass every 15 minutes is no good.
I was sick all day yesterday, but by early evening, I seemed to be on the mend. Today, I feel better -- not 100% (dehydration has it's lingering affects) -- but, so far, I'm not spending the morning trying to guess which end to put on the toilet. Which is good because today's a busy day: We have a b-day party to attend and then a wedding.
This is the 3rd time, in 2 years, that I've had a bug like this. I swear, I've been sick more in the past few years since Norah was born than I ever was in the decade prior!