Last night was easily the worst in my whole life. Both my beloved and I got infected by some sort of virus. It has been going around under the quaint name of stomach flu for years. The ordeal began in the middle of the night, when we started competing for the toilet. It opened with vomiting in her case, and with diarrhea in mine. But by the morning, she got diarrhea and I started vomiting, too. It was amazing. Before I managed to vomit, I was shaking like a leaf for a few hours. Acid was coming up my throat, but the stomach was so blown up that it hurt like hell. It was so bad that it did not cross my mind to get up this morning. My beloved had to go to work, albeit only briefly, and I slept like a baby. Every muscle hurts by now. As well as every bone. In one night I advanced in age by about ten years.