Six in the morning to about midnight. Had to vomit every half an hour. No fart rule in affect for two days. I threw up so hard the first time it somehow ended up on the back wall behind me. Still can’t figure that out. Threw up outside the rest of the time, mostly by sticking my hand down my throat once the nausea had built up too much. It was one of the longest days of my life. Seven minutes felt like two hours. Top that off with the shootings and it was one of the worst days of my life.

After midnight though , the nausea went away. I didn’t eat for 2.5 days. I played golf six days after the first symptoms and still could not eat a lot and felt pretty week. Everyone in my family got it with differing symptoms except my Mom, who was around everyone. How she escaped is beyond me. It’s awful. I would rather have the flu. It feels like the worst hangover of your life, with a volcano shooting out of your ass and mouth.