You spend Sunday morning actively hoping that your violent vomiting of Saturday night was caused by food poisoning and not a virus because the thought of everyone else in the house getting whatever it is you have is simply too much to bear.*
On a related note, a customer once said, "When we got back from vacation, we had that stomach flu--you know the one where at first you think you're gonna die and then you're afraid you're not?"
Yeah, that. Only keep your fingers crossed for E. coli or salmonella or something, 'kay?
*Sadly, this is not sympathy so much as self-preservation.
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