Which should sum it all up.
The night was awful. Approached the night of food poisoning for awfulness, but seeing as how it only lasted an hour, isn't quite there.
I'll spare you the details, and just say, an hour of vomiting up everything I'd eaten yesterday afternoon and evening, some of it through my nose (which, God, I didn't know was possible, and was terrible and painful). . . all I can say is that my husband is the most incredible man. Rubbing my back, bringing me cool wet washcloths, cold Sprite Zero, and letting me eat crackers in bed.
The rest of the night was not great. I got very little sleep, as the nausea persisted and my stomach and back are so sore. I woke up and just want to curl up in a little ball of misery. Headachey, exhausted, nauseated. But the good news is that I was able to brush my teeth. Small blessings, I guess.