Sick

Sick as in ill. Not as in awesome. I guess people said ill for a while too though.
This is day two of horrible, awful,stomach flu.
I woke up yesterday and felt sort of sick to my stomach. I passed it off as being hungry but the moment I got to work and the smell of eggs, bacon, soup, and bagels cooking assaulted me I thought maybe I am a little sick. I started brewing the coffee and that was it, I was done for.
The other girls I work with came in and noticed I didn't look so hot, I told them I felt nauseous but I wasn't sure if it was sick nauseous or not. Halfway through unwrapping the cream cheese I decide I should probably haul ice because cleaning vomit out of the ice bucket is easier than the cream cheese cart. I manage to get the ice all done and we open and I serve one person before making a beeline for the bathroom. OH HAI THAR CHEERIOS!
So I came home to a day of throwing up, crying *cause I'm a baby and I cry when I throw up* and trying to sleep. I fell asleep around seven last night and didn't wake up till five this morning from my alarm.
I felt a little woozy but I thought I'd be ok going to work. Nope, got there and repeat of yesterday happened. Only this time toss in some dizziness and almost passing out on the floor of the bathroom and we're there.
God this is miserable. I have a fever, I've missed two days of work, I've had the stomach flu four times in the last 12 months. Why does it hate me?!?!?! I eat well, I exercise and I don't punish it with things that are horrible for it. I'm just meant to die young and horribly.