'a complete, and total, barf-o-rama'

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I was happily minding my own business on the computer yesterday afternoon, answering surveys and checking emails, when I suddenly felt nauseated. I toddled off to bed, telling Husband I'd no doubt be feeling fine in an hour for our trip to the Secret Screening at the cinema. Okay, so that didn't happen. I was ready to leave, hair brushed, make-up reapplied, shoes about to go on, when I felt a sudden urge to stumble to the bathroom, mouth covered by my hands, vomit attempting to leak through my fingers. The toilet lid was down. Woah! Having spent nearly a minute violently redecorating my bathroom in shades of Vomit, I suggested to Husband that maybe going out wasn't a good idea. He agreed. I went to bed. Since then {it's now four in the morning} I've redecorated the bathroom a further four times, although the fourth occasion I barely needed to clean ... my aim has definitely improved. Plus, that was simply pure liquid, as I'd attempted to drink and replenish my fluid. Unfortunately my tummy wasn't happy with that. I suspect it's food poisoning {I must tell you the tale of the broken fridge-freezer}. Whatever it's been caused by, it's pure hell on earth for a vomit-phobe like myself. *sigh* And you're welcome ... it has been my pleasure to share this experience with you.