My better half woke up in considerable distress around 2am Sunday. She proceeded to barf pretty much once an hour for the next ten hours, and couldn’t keep down so much as a sip of water… at which point we made a run to the E.R.
They ended up pumping two drip bags into her to restore some semblance of hydration. The doctor was noncommittal as to the cause, telling us that he’d seen a half-dozen people with the same symptoms over the preceding few hours… although the patient herself is still convinced that it was the pork tenderloin she cooked the night before.
All together, we were stuck at the hospital for six hours, which was made even less fun by the fact that I was operating on two hours of sleep. But we’re home now, she’s snoozing with the dogs, and hopefully all will be well in a few days.