Intimacy with my toilet boil

Yick. I hate being sick. I've caught a 24-48 hour bug that my little sister brought into our house last Monday. Her's lasted over 24 hours and when I took her to the doctor she ended up getting two I.V.'s of to get her fluid levels back to normal. My brother-in-law caught it Saturday and was fine by Sunday. My older sister and I both started "showing symptoms"* around 5 a.m. Tuesday. I thought I'd be clever and take some of the anti-nausea medication that the doc prescribed to lil' sis' before the worst of it got me. So there I am laying in bed feeling the mouth-watering awfulness build up, knowing that I just had to keep my stuff down for about 20 minutes before that damn pill dissolved and kicked in. Alas, 10 minutes later I bade it farewell as I gripped the edges of my toilet boil, lest I fall off the earth. There's nothing like a good ol' gastro-intestinal related virus to make you wish you cleaned your bathroom more often.

*read: vomiting our brains out every hour on the hour