All hell broke lose. I went to get new tires on my car. When I was there, I instantly needed to throw up. Which an Auto Shop is not the cleanest places to throw up in. Anyways. It sucked. The fast version of this story is that when you run 12 miles and then get a stomach bug, you get really really dehydrated. To the point where your body cramps up and you start to slur words. I can say this. I was pretty scared. I knew I was just super dehydrated but I did not like feeling like I had to control over my body. My hands cramped up and I couldn't open them up. I was mumbling because I couldn't move my mouth. Thank god for a combination of Gatorade and Ginger Ale and a ton of water. You know your body isn't working right when you don't pee for 24 hours. Anyways. Moral of the story is that it really sucked donkey balls. But thank god for friends.
I can now officially say I am a parent. I have received the gift of love from my daughter. Here's some pre-death pictures.