Michael did NOT have food poisoning. I know because I am now sick as a dog.
He was really sick and took two days to get better. He threw up all night and then actually slept all day the next day — he never sleeps during the day — and then missed work the next day — he NEVER does that. He said he hurt all over and I was giving him Ibuprofen and Seven-Up and stuff. On the second day, which is to say last night, he was getting better and he’s going back to work today.
Then, last night around ten, I was sitting on the couch reading when I had a sudden thought, got up, walked to the bathroom and vomited. I hoped it was unrelated to Michael’s sickness — I sometimes vomit due to my hypoglycemia, and my diet’s been off lately — but when it happened three or four more times during the night I was stripped of any illusions. I finally quit vomiting in the early morning hours, but by then I hurt all over and felt incredibly weak. I went to bed but I felt so terrible — everything hurts right now, especially my lower back — that I couldn’t sleep and kept waking Michael up with my whimpering. I was afraid to take anything cause I could get sick again, but Michael made me take Ibuprofen and Seven-Up and I’m waiting for it to work. I’m really only online right now just to distract myself from the pain. I had forgotten a fever could hurt this bad.
AND today is my second day of classes — that is, the first real day — at the university. Really not a good day to miss. But I am in no condition to make the two-hour drive to the university campus, and I don’t want to inflict what seems to be a highly contagious illness on others. My professors will just have to accept my excuses.
I think I’m going to do some stupid online quizzes or something.