She Got Me!

I've been up (on and off) since 3:30AM, puking and having a nasty bout of diarrhea. Why is it when Margaret gets sick, she handles it so much better (and it's a milder case)? Brian wonders if I have the flu.... Which means he'll be next. All I want to do is sleep but my stomach hurts. I almost had Brian bring me to the ER this morning because I couldn't keep any fluids down, and I was about as empty as empty could be. (Well, I thought so. My body has surprised me over and over again since then.) But I'm managing tiny bits of watered down Gatorade, so maybe I'll be okay.