Pull into the parking lot everything is still fine, open my door and that's when the nausea hits me, and I'm puking all of the ground next to my car. . .
I go inside, because we're short handing hoping that would be the end of it. 25 minutes later, I'm puking in the toilet at work again. My boss see's I'm not doing well at all and sends me home, I pick up saltines and diet soda and spend the next 6 hour fitfully sleeping and waking up to purge. . . sooo much fun I can't even tell you. . .
Uggh... my stomach muscles hurt. . .