Barf

It's all I've been doing for the past 24 hrs. I can't remember the last time I was this sick. Wait, yes I can. Dec. 29 2009. I had food poisoining from a sushi restaurant and I can remember I felt like dying. And at the time didn't care if I did as long as I didn't feel that sick any longer.
This past weekend I went home to visit some friends and my momma. I came home on monday evening and was so excited to see my honey. He had gotten me a dozen orangish pinkish roses and had made chicken pasta. I came in, dropped off my suitcase and we had a glass of wine with a candlelit dinner. I sat on the bed with my stack of papers to grade while watching the bachelor and we were about to turn in for the night. After my bath I said I really don't feel well. Didn't think anything of it until i woke up at at around 2 am. I remember feeling so nauseous that if I moved I was going to spew. So I kicked my legs and wiggled then decided if I throw up I'll feel much better. So I get up calmly, go to the toilet and yep, yack away. Poor Nick never knows what to do so he just rubbed my back while trying to look away.
Afterwards, I immediately get the chills, yet break out in a sweat that covers my back and head. However, I cannot cover up with sweatpants and socks and blankets enough. For the rest of the night I'm tossing, turning and continue to become nauseous. Didn't sleep at all. At 5:45 when my alarm goes off I decide what to do. Since my temp was 100.8 I call into work. As I head to the office to send in my lesson plans, I reach for the trash can and ultimately fill it up. I make an appt for the doc while Nick goes to some appts and am still not sure how I'll make it there in my own. I get to the doc, lay down on the bench after checking in, then again when i get into the room. I explain my symptoms and ask to lay back down. The nurse (who I absolutely love, as well as my doc) grabs me a big pan and sets it next to me before leaving.
In walks my doctor. Amy, I've never seen you like this what's going on. I sit up and try to talk, then I hold up my finger and grab the pan. Yep. Insert almost projectile vomiting into the bucket for a good minute while my doctor gets up walks to the sink and I have no clue what he does then. Sooo embarrassing. Before I can explain symptoms of course he asks "could you be pregnant?" "When was your last cycle?" yada yada. Don't you put that on me sir!
Give me a shot or something but don't let me walk out of here with child or without Zofran. I mean it!
So as it turns out I have the stomach flu. It is the worst thing imaginable. Kinda like food poisoning. Nick came home with a huge teddy bear, soup, jello, gatorade, sprite, oranges and m&m's :) I slept all day and night. He left for Lubbock this morning and won't be back till tomorrow night. So, he'll come home to dinner on the table and hopefully I can enjoy it with him.
I'm sore, tired, weak and exhausted today but hope my life can be normal again tomorrow.
Stay tuned :)