So, guess who spent 8 hours at the ER today? Go on, I'll wait.
I started throwing up at 11:30 last night and then threw up every 15-ish minutes until 5 a.m., at which point I gave up the dream that it would get better on its own. I was severely dehydrated (in addition to the throwing up, there was also diarrhea -- it was just a carnival of gastrointestinal badness), and I couldn't stop the reverse peristalsis without drugs.
So The Boy drove me to the ER (second time in 2 weeks -- woo hoo), and I spent 8 hours there getting iv fluids and antinausea meds and some sort of drug that makes your GI tract chill the fuck out and stop trying to expel its contents.
Diagnosis: your basic stomach virus. I don't know where I got it, but if I find out, I'ma KEEL me someone.
The biggest bummer is that I had had dinner plans tonight with 2 of my girlfriends -- instead of exchanging gifts, we decided to go out for an outrageous, yummy dinner with lots of good wine. Well, since I'm restricted to clear liquids for today, going out to dinner is not going to happen (although *I* think Chardonnay is a clear liquid -- what??).
Dear god. I hadn't been sick like that in probably 20 years.
It sounds like The Boy is downstairs washing out my clothes that I puked all over in the ER. I cannot believe what an amazing man he is.
And now, since I didn't sleep last night (how could I, when I was barfing every 15 minutes?), I'm going to take my ginger ale and go to bed.