Yesterday afternoon I was planning to blog about this past weekend, about how Jag and I went to the state fair on Saturday and met the Barrel Monster, about the great brunch at my parents’ yesterday with my Grandma and “Greg” and Nate in attendance, and the fact that we were supposed to finally get our marriage license this morning. Then “IT” showed up. After talking to everyone who was at brunch, I’m pretty sure “IT” is a case of gastroenteritis/rotovirus rather than food poisoning, since me and Jag have eaten identical food for pretty much the entire weekend and neither he nor anyone else is sick.

I have not thrown up this much in…I can NEVER remember ever throwing up this much. Maybe when I was a little kid. I’m a person who will fight nausea for hours rather than just go barf and get it over with, but this was uncontrollable. Things eased off by around 3am, and since then I’ve been dozing and waking myself up every 20-30 mins to take a tiny sip of watered down Gatorade. I am so thirsty I could cry. I am fantasizing about popsicles and lemon Italian ices. I just don’t want to drink too much at once and then start the cycle again.

I’m going to send Jag out later this morning for Pedialyte popsicles if he can find any, or just a bottle of regular Pedialyte and some popsicles and ices, and some BRAT diet components. I guess I’m grateful that this is happening THIS weekend instead of wedding weekend, but I’m too miserable to be very thankful. At least a regular stomach flu like this can’t hurt the Bean, according to the google, unless I have a fever (don’t) or am severely dehydrated (no leg cramps so far).

ugh.