Down for the Count

Today was, well, a restful day I guess.  In the middle of the night I woke up with some stomach issues and was able to enjoy temporary relieve by launching out of both ends.  Does that say the runs and puking well enough?  I don't know.  It was not pleasant.  I went back to bed and was up then a few more times in the night replaying the same episode in the bathroom.  Fortunately by mid morning the puking had stopped, nothing left to puke I guess. I had confined myself to the bed and the bathroom and that continued for several hours.  Sometime around 2 I decided I needed to get some ibuprofen.  I was freezing, my body ached and I needed some sort of relief.  I didn't want to take ibuprofen without anything in my stomach so I made some toast, ahh, good toast.  I sat by the little furnace thing in the dining room and warmed myself up.  The ibuprofen has helped and that is nice.  I went back to bed and slept a few more hours.  It is now 6. I am up. I still feel completely noxious. I drank a couple of Gatorade's that we had in the fridge. Now we are out.  Maybe I will make a stealth trip to the store and grab more. My plan was to go and see the new Star Wars movie tonight but that isn't going to happen.  I am down for the count.  I'm really hoping the kids are fine and whatever I picked up is with me only. I'd much rather they are able to be well and enjoy their time in Alaska.