On Having the Cooties

I have been sick for the past week and I am tired of it!  The boyfriend said I have cooties. What started last week as a raw, scratchy throat turned into a nasty little chest cold and has somehow evolved into me throwing up for a full day two nights ago and not eating for the past two days. 
That has really been the worst, not eating.  I mean, on Wednesday night I came home from work with a headache (I had been having migraines since Monday) and a slight aching belly.  My boyfriend decided to come over and spend some QT with me but instead he had to lay in the bed with me as I racked with pain until I finally vomited the contents of my stomach for the day at about 2 in the morning.  From then, every hour or so I would visit Ye Olde Water Closet for a little deposit in the porcelain prayer chamber(pot) ("Oh God!  Just make it stop!").  I hate to be crude, but every visit would be a surprise.  One time I would make a deposit to the porcelain prayer chamber(pot) from up north, but every OTHER visit would come from down south. That was NOT a fun night.  I even slept in the bathroom on my little footstool with a blankie thrown half around my shoulders.
Then all of yesterday and last night, my stomach was still very upset and unsettled so I couldn't eat anything, I barely got down a bottle of water and a few crackers before the queeziness would return. So fun was the dehydration.
Which brings us to today.  I woke up feeling about the same as I was yesterday, but slowly throughout the morning, I got the courage to drink a little water and a few crackers.  I was ok!  Then I tried a single serve sized Jell-O cup and I was still ok.  I didn't want to push my luck because I was still feeling kind of weak from the lack of sustenence, so that was about all I could take until...
that damn TGIFridays about the choose-your-pick-of-appetizer-main-course-and-dessert for $12.99  commerical kept coming on VH1 and tempted me so bad that I had to call the boyfriend over so we could go there to eat.  I hadn't eaten for two days for Chrissakes!  A White Castle commercial could have easily been the replacement and I would have been dying for some sliders as if I was high and my name was Kumar.
The meal was great, but since I have not eaten in two days, I was full from my meal after only four bites of my chicken.  I didn't even order the Cinnabon Cheesecake that I had my heart set on.  Oh well, such is the life of one who has cooties.