So last night after my date I come home and I felt great. Ten minutes later, my stomach sltarts to cramp. I tell my dad this and he looks at ne like I have the plague. Apparently my sisters have been suffering from some stomach virus, and the symptoms I had matched theirs perfectly. So I go upstairs into my room, and no sooner had I walked into my bedroom when my ribcage feels like there's 50 lb. Weight pressing down on it. I rush into my bathroom and puke for a solid two minutes. At this point I felt like stuff so I went to bed and woke up an hour ago and had the same feelings as before, except this time I barely made it to the toilet. So I can't eat or drink, I'm weak as stuff, and I'm really thirsty. :(
Tl;dr: comy is sick for no good reason.
