Puke or No Puke?

This photo is an almost exact depiction of what I have been doing for the last 72 hours. Laying in bed, sweating, then freezing, then sweating again, hoping to god somebody would shoot me and put me the hell out of my misery. On Thursday night there was nothing on TV so I took a chance on Deal or No Deal. Suddenly I was vomiting, repeatedly. Now I could blame it on Howie Mandel, in fact I am very tempted to. But, alas, I had the stomach flu. I spent the entire night getting to know my toilet and my bathroom floor on a very personal level. Since then I have only eaten 4 crackers and a piece of toast. But, hey, I lost 5 pounds! OK, maybe that's not such a good thing in this case. Today is a little better, I managed to eat 2 pieces of toast. Baby steps, right?