Could I have some cheese with my whine?

I hate being sick. I hate runny noses, stopped up noses, aches, fevers; and I especially hate nausea. I was out of town at a meeting, which was very exciting, but sooooo long. I had maybe one too many glasses of wine at dinner, but drank lots of water and took some Excedrin before bed. I survived the 9-hour work day without the typical mid-morning and mid-afternoon sugar crashes (partially because I avoided the coffee and brownies).

At the airport, my co-worker and I opted for the only non-fast-food restaurant on the concourse. We would have been better off with the fast food. My burger was undercooked, and though I tried to send it back, the waitress was nowhere to be found. The bumpy flight did nothing for my half-empty upset tummy. Even ginger ale couldn't settle it down. Add the horrific smell of stale cigarettes and body odor on the train ride, and I almost didn't make it.

Finally got home just after midnight, vomited, cleaned up, and went to bed. Woke up feeling worse than ever. So far I've gone through a whole box of tissue and two pots of herbal tea. Tonight will be topped off with a shot of Nyquil and the hope that I can go to work tomorrow because I've got soooo much that needs to be done!