Last night was the sickest I have been in a long, long, very long time. I was so sick that I ended up collapsing in a heap in the floor in the bathroom. I was so dizzy the world was just spinning and I couldn't get up. I was so hot I threw off my pajamas. My stomach hurt so bad I was moaning my head off.
So my dh finally decides to come see what's wrong with me, and I am lying naked on the floor in the bathroom moaning. He stands there and looks at me and says "What's wrong with you?" I said "I'm dying." He said "You need a drink?"
All night long my stomach was killing me and I was rushing to the bathroom. Sick, sick, sick. This morning it still hurts, but not like it did.