You Have Cholera!

I have Cholera. Okay, not really. I have a stomach flu that resembles Cholera's wimpy kid sister. But it still packs a punch.

Is it morbid to count how many times you throw up?

Trevor had this flu two days ago, so I figured if he didn't have food poisoning, then I'd be getting it sooner or later.

Apparently there is a story behind this flu. One of Trevor's friends got married on Saturday. Trevor didn't go to the wedding, but he dropped in at the reception to wish the couple well. There were some kegs and Trevor had a drink. What no one else knew at the time was that earlier that evening, some asshole who had the flu had done a keg stand on the very keg Trevor drank from. Now, 35+ wedding guests and now everyone they come in contact with have a horrible stomach flu. One guest was hospitalized for a dangerously high fever. Luckily, the bride and groom were spared because they were too busy to drink, and the honeymoon has not been ruined.

My comment to Trevor: "That was a very expensive free drink, sweetie."

And now I am home at least for all of today, possibly for some or all of tomorrow. I am subsisting on crackers and water until further notice.