Seriously. I'd rather die than throw up again.
I went out Monday night for St. Paddy's, and I had a couple of rum and cokes (sorry, I dislike most beer, green or otherwise), and when I got home, I was horribly, horribly sick. I figured it was the unwise combination of corned beef and cabbage and rum and cokes, and went to bed.
I was miserable when I woke up Tuesday morning (and I NEVER get hangovers) and I basically just laid around and felt lousy all day. Started to get a really bad headache in the afternoon and went back to bed for a couple hours. Woke up, nearly threw up again, except I hadn't eaten anything all day. I finally nibbled on half a chicken sandwich last night, and some Sprite. That nearly ended poorly, but I convinced myself I was NOT going to be sick again.
Woke up this morning at 5am and it was touch and go for awhile, there. So, I'm guessing now that throwing up Monday night was just the start of me getting sick, and only indirectly related to drinking. Other-Husband has a sinus infection, and he had started getting sick on Sunday. We always seem to get sick at the same time. Husband is being less than sympathetic, and keeps nagging at me to "just get up and do something".
I haven't had the flu in years (and no, I don't get flu shots. Had a really bad reaction to it the one time I did, and nope, no, thank you.) I hate being sick. Pain I can deal with. I'm used to being in pain. I deal with pain in my back and hips and knees pretty much every day. I would rather crawl over sharp rocks than throw up, however, and I feel like I'm being a big baby, but I can't help it. I'm afraid to eat anything, now, and I'm getting shaky because I haven't eaten, but the idea of food makes my stomach just flip over.
I HATE BEING SICK. Thanks for listening to me moan about it.