...My daughter had the flu followed immediately by stomach flu (particularly nasty).
I think this is what's happening to me. I thought I had it beat last night. No fever, spring in my step. You know what it's like. It was grand. I go to bed actually feeling pretty comfortable, and looking forward to what the next day will bring.
When I woke up this morning, it was an entirely different story. My fever was back, and it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach overnight. Oh well, I thought it was a foolish wish thinking I could beat the flu in two days. It's a small miracle I'm even able to walk and function after such a short amount of time. I need to accept that I've got at least a week of waking up feeling like crap ahead of me.
I stand up and walk downstairs to get a drink. At first it's not too bad. I'm able to get down the steps at least without a problem. Then I get to the kitchen counter, open up a can of diet coke (because I've already drank all my orange juice, apple juice, and other better-for-the-sick beverages), and it hits me. A huge wave of nausea. Massive even. Like I've suddenly been placed on a tilt-a-whirl, and it's twisting my stomach into a tightly packed knot. I stumble on, slam my ass into the first chair I can find, and do that "heh-heh-heh-heh" thing I'm pretty sure we all do when we're 3 steps away from tossing chunky pastries. It isn't working. NO RELIEF! I have to lay down! I HAVE TO! IT ISN'T GONNA END! The next part is kinda hazy, but I managed to make it up the steps, grab the trashcan, and throw myself into my bed without any major mishaps.
And it's instant bliss. I break out in this terrific cold sweat, and my arms go lightly tingly, like I've been sleeping on them. I'm sitting there breathing in huge gulps of air, so happy that this isn't something I'm gonna have to deal with from here on out, sitting up or lying down.
...then I hear this "grawwwwp! Glurgle-glog-glog-glog-glog noise emanating from somewhere just beneath my belly button. Then...THE URGE! Don't worry. I'm not gonna delve into the gory details. I'll just say I managed to make it in the nick of time there, too. Running down the steps, getting nauseous all over again from standing up and breaking out into a head-long run down the steps and to the bathroom. It's hellish.
I went back to sleep shortly thereafter, and it hasn't been quite as bad since. I get a little achey standing up, and feel weakish (though not nearly as bad as I was two days ago), but I'm managing. I mean hey. I feel good enough to sit in front of my computer, bundled in a bunch of blankets, and write out this sordid tale of body fluids and severe stomach cramps.
I hate being sick.