being sick sucks

Wednesday very early morning

0400 hours:
I get up, feel really weird, then nausea sets in. I puke. I feel kind of better. So I rinse my mouth out with mouthwash, then brush my teeth, and go back to bed.

0415 hours:
Something doesn't feel right. I get back up, and this time (sorry to be gross) liquid decides to come out my other end. Yuck. This doesn't stop until maybe 12 hours later.

0430 hours:
I continue to puke more regularly at this time. Decide that the bathroom floor is more convenient than walking back and forth from my room to bathroom hoping to make it each time.

0530 hours:
I am becoming very week from dehydration and exhaustion from the puking. Can barely stand up for more than a minute at a time. Can barely keep water in my system.

0700 hours:
I call my friend, and tell her that I have to cancel the botanical gardens visit and that she should still go with her friends.

0715 hours:
I obtain some mint tea. Hoping it would sooth my stomach and be able to keep it down. I was wrong. At least it was still minty when it was puked up.

1800 hours:
It's already dinner time and i haven't eaten anything. I managed to eat one small piece of bread.

Thursday

0700 hours:
I wake up, feel sort of better. Stomach hurts from all the puking, and I have a killer headache. I manage to get a piece of toast down so i can take some medication for the headache.

1900 hours:
It's dinner time, and I am able to eat one more slice of bread before bed.

Friday

1030 hours:
Finally I feel better! Not 100% better, but better. I eat a turkey omelet for breakfast.

1400 hours:
I eat some chicken tenders!

1630 hours:
Chinese food, a pork bun, and 6 fried beef dumplings. I'm full. The ordeal is over.