There and Back Again

It’s Wednesday and I am at home in bed. I should be happy but I’m not. I’m sick with some kind of stomach virus. It’s ten a.m. and I haven’t eaten anything but crackers and sugarless tea for fear I might re-create last night’s miserable trips to the bathroom. My whole body’s aching from puking so much last night and puking when there was nothing else to let out — excuse me, too much information. And my stomach, every twenty minutes or so would shoot a pang of pain so terrible, I’d double over in bed.

Is this going to let up?