sickness

So much for lofty thoughts of employment and life goals. Monday morning I woke up at about one am and was violently sick for the first time since I was ten. I have never been so miserable in my life. I threw up twice more before eight am, and spent most of the day in bed. I finally managed to make it downstairs for a little TV, but that seemed to take most of my remaining strength, and I could barely make it up the stairs to bed. Today I'm up and showered, and I washed my sheets, but it's only 3 and I'm thinking about heading back to bed. I think it was just food poisoning, but I can't believe how I went to bed feeling okay Sunday night and haven't been out of pajamas since.