This actually ruined my weekend, but so completely that I couldn't even post on here. On Saturday night, at about 6pm, I started puking up. From then until 2am, I was puking and runny-poo-ing pretty much constantly, to the point where I went past the point of puking up the bright yellow bile stuff and was puking up some mystery brown grossness hitherto unknown to man. I was freezing cold and sweating like mad, and here's the fun fun TMI bit - I shit myself not once, but twice. Oh yes. So yah, Saturday and Sunday pretty entirely ruined. Am now not puking, but I'm exhausted, and having eaten nothing but a slice of toast since Saturday morning I'm pretty darn hungry. Stomach's still playing up, but nothing like as bad as it was. Ffs.