As I sat there trying to diagnose the problem I started cramping in my gut, then it went full blown nausea. Next I started getting a hot flash from the Niaspan I take. Prefect timing. I'll spare you the rest of the gory details but the next few minutes (that felt like weeks) were not pretty and I'm fairly confident I was speaking some ancient language not heard in 1000's of years. Linda Blair would have been proud.
After the ordeal I crawled (yes crawled) to the bedroom and went back to bed. Somehow I survived the night without another round of whatever the hell that was.
I still feel like crap, but at least I'm off work again today and the only words coming out of my mouth are English.