I wish I could tell you that this morning I woke up all cheery-eyed and bush-tailed, but I would be lying.  No, today I woke up shivering in my blanket groaning on the floor just outside the washroom.  I had contracted food poisoning and the worst case possible.  I had spent the entire night puking not only the dinner cruises supper out but also my lunch, breakfast and whatever sour liquid bile I had left in my stomach.  Several times from 11pm onward I wanted to call 911 so some cute male ambulence attendant would come and take me away from my miserable state.  I couldn't even crawl to the telephone I was in so much pain.  "I'm gonna die!" "Someone put me out of my misery!"  I incoherently mumbled or screamed, I had no idea. 

Normally when you have food poisoning, it comes out both ends at the same time, or so I'm told.  Nope, my body believes in prolonging the torture as long as possible.  Last night I was worshipping, this morning I'm staring at the same towel over and over and over again.

The worst thing about food poisoning...you body won't let you drink water until it feels it is ready.  So you drink and try to calm your stomach only to have it come up again.  You risk dehyrdration.  I managed to get a cup down so far.  The body needs 8.  groan.  May you never experience what I am torturously going through right now.