Chicken soup for the soul

Things I learned from being sick with some sort of stomach bug or salmonella*:

(Fair warning: there is TMI in this post.)

1 - That I remember why I abhor throwing up. I tried so hard to suppress it initially, but sadly, it all went downhill from there. Come to think of it, it's probably also the reason why I don't drink, because I'm too lazy and disgusted to clean up the inevitable mess.
2 - That you should never ever throw up in the bathroom sink. Go for the big ol' toilet bowl instead.
3 - That you should only use high-quality, double-ply, Angel soft toilet paper, for the obvious reasons. 
4 - That my dog actually does care about us. Last week when Shawn had this bug and came running to bed with extreme chills, FurFur ran over with the most anxious, serious expression I have ever seen on a dog. She stayed by our sides all day when we called in sick.
5 - That I really miss my mom. She was the first person I wished was by my side when this hit last night. I haven't had an illness like this since I was a kid, and I was reminded again there's nothing like my mom's love and doting, checking my temp, bringing me homemade wonton soup (broth only, no dumplings) and force-feeding me Gatorade "because it's good for you" despite my inability to keep anything down.
6 - That I'm still an obsessed workaholic, I managed to send 20 work emails or so between rounds to the bathroom, bed-ridden, doubled-over, and with chills.
7- That Pepto is your friend.
8 - That extreme illness still can't keep me away from Facebook.
9 - That my "kickass Asian super-human mutation", as The Fella calls it, which prevents me from ever getting sick, has finally failed me after almost 19 years of uninterrupted health. 
10 - That I have such caring friends who ask about me, and that The Fella is the best husband ever. Despite not being 100% himself, he cleaned up all my messes overnight, brought me a bedside basin, gave me my meds, defrosted leftover chicken soup I made when he was sick last week, and brought my favorite movie (Love Actually) upstairs in case I wanted a perk-me-up.  

Back to sleep, folks. 

* I must have caught whatever The Fella had last week, which he and his labmates caught from one colleague's kid. Or, my sudden sickness is because of a massive egg recall/salmonella in the Midwest. I just found out that a bunch of people who were at the weekend beach bbq are also deathly ill, and the one thing we all ate with egg product were these fabulously tasty brownies... could this really be the culprit?