So, I spent last night throwing up, how was your weekend?

There are times and places to notice that you're not a very good housekeeper, even on your best days.

Laying on the floor in the bathroom, head pillowed in a pile of towels that need to be washed after losing your dinner into the bathtub (didn't quite make the toilet... so Kevin had to go out last night and get Drano. fun fun) really... just isn't the time.

Unfortunately, I was too weak and still nauseated to leave said bathroom floor and quite too miserable to actually sleep, I spent a while observing my bathroom floor from eye-level.

Blech. Good thing I'd already tossed my cookies, eh?

Kevin, who is extremely grouchy about people not taking his allergy to shellfish seriously - my step-mother and dad invited us to dinner Friday night and we went to one of the 400 million hole in the wall for locals only little seafood dives - is saying I must have food poisoning from the crab I ate on Friday. (He had a bacon cheeseburger that he says the best thing about it was that the tomato was fresh. He doesn't like tomatoes, so that's pretty impressive.)

Greg went into the ER earlier this week with a very nasty stomach bug... they weren't able to find out what was causing it, except that it wasn't food poisoning (or cancer, I think was the other nasty thing they checked for). Liz had a stomach bug *last* weekend that, I understand, was particularly unpleasant. I saw Liz weekend *before* last, so I'm wondering if it's some sort of long-incubating virus.

I'm pretty sure, at least, that it wasn't a reaction to yesterday's dinner, since Jess had some and she is playing, completely unconcerned, in the living room, and Kevin is still asleep.

In any case, I still don't feel well, haven't quite dared eat anything yet, and am still having occasional pains in my abdomen.