I’m going along fine with my day, feeling great, energized, etc. and all of a sudden, BAM! I feel like absolutely hell.

DYING. I am DYING at my desk. Dry heaving, I hate you. Overwhelming dizziness & nauseau, go roast in hell.

I WANT MY MOMMY. Or my couch. With a blanket & DH rubbing my face, reading me Twilight or a trashy romance novel while I sip on a full-calorie Coke.