I've been hit!

I've been hit! I felt something nasty coming on. When I was happily going about my business yesterday I wondered just how long this period of relative health could go on? It was a bad, bad thought, a thought that planted the seed of doubt. The answer came pretty quickly. Just four hours later the stomach pains started. What a cruel joke. I really thought it was something I ate. I had strayed away from my diet for the day and indulged in craziness like McDonalds, mayo, and seafood chowder. I thought all that fat had been too much for my liver to detoxify, but I was too sick to flush it out. I was busy curling up in a ball in the fetal position and convering myself head to toe with blankets to stop the chills. It's a sick, sick joke how fast I go from health to illness. I decided to sleep it off with the assistance of some ativan that may help the nausea but that didn't stop my body from jolting me out of the bed in the middle of the night. I had hoped evacuating everything in my stomach would make me feel better. It didn't. All it did was potentiate the chills so I realized I was , in fact, sick. When I spiked a temp I knew it was over. I am know heading to boston for a check up. Cross those fingers.