Anyone bokeaphobic?

If I had been on Facebook this weekend these might have been my status updates:

Tina had dinner in O'Briens.

Tina doesn't feel so good.

Tina has been sick out loud.

Tina thinks that maybe the chicken wasn't so good afterall.

Tina can multitask - she can throw up and hold her own hair back.

Tina can't decide between Pepto Bismol and Milk of Magnesia.

Tina decided on Pepto Bismol. It doesn't smell.

Tina actually cannot multitask. Oh dear.

Tina is being a hero and not waking her parents.

Tina was not cured by Pepto Bismol, bring on the Milk.

Tina found her hair ties.

Tina thinks maybe the Milk of Magnesia is making her more sick. Maybe she should stop?

Tina cannot take it anymore and wakes her mum.

Tina's mum cannot take it anymore and wakes Tina's dad.

Tina's dad encourages her to get up off the bathroom floor and back to bed.

Tina is either moaning in pain or throwing up.

Tina is very glad to have woken her parents.

Tina finds it easier to sit up and be sick.

Tina may finally have stopped being sick.

Tina discovered that was a false alarm.

Tina thinks it may now be over and might get some sleep.

Tina aches all over.

Tina has bucket and will travel. Only to the sofa though.

Tina finds some sort of comfort in moaning.

Tina is drifting in and out of sleep.

Tina's face is burning up while the rest of her shivers with cold.

Tina was not done being sick afterall.

Tina's dad arrives home with miracle cure tablets.

Tina thinks her parents are not funny and should be careful about mentioning O'Brien's chicken wraps around her.

Tina finds even walking to the bathroom requires 5 minutes of catching her breath back and moaning because of the pain.

So that was my Saturday. Sunday and Monday were recovery days and today I found out that I wasn't the only one to be struck down with it over the weekend. Still, can't see me go back to O'Briens this side of...well ever.