Wow is all I can say! Later Saturday afternoon I started feeling sick. I was nauseous. Really nauseous. It just kept getting worse and worse. It finally got to the point that I couldn't even stand to be up anymore, and I went into bed around 6:30. Miguel put the boys to sleep. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. I HATE that feeling. I don't know how anyone could make themselves do that on a regular basis. It is the most disgusting feeling ever. Miguel ran to the store to buy me some ginger ale and some medicine to make me feel better...but I ended up throwing up like 4 more times during the night. I was up ALL night long. I kept Miguel up all night long too. The diarrhea that went along with this was just horrid. On Sunday, I was still nauseated...all day long. I didn't throw up anymore, but I was very dizzy. Every time that I got up I thought that I was going to pass out. Then, Miguel wasn't feel so well. Colin was back to normal, thank God. I ended up calling in to work last night. There was no way that I could work if I couldn't even stand for more than a minute without feeling like I was going to drop.
So here we are Monday morning. I don't feel sick anymore, but I'm still not feeling quite right. The upside...I got on the scale this morning, and I lost a little over 5 pounds! yay! Though, if given the choice, I'd have kept the 5 pounds to not be sick.