Screw you, immune system

The end of my winter vacation should have involved a five-day ski trip at Stowe. As an avid skier who received an amazing set of brandy new skis for Christmas, I've been waiting for this for awhile. Expecting to leave Harvard at 2pm on the 13th, I arrived at night on the 12th, you know, just to wait it out. Well, here's how I spent the night of the 12th and all of the 13th:

And if you can't tell, I'm not on a bus.

Why? Because somehow in the approximately 10 hours that I had sat alone in my dorm room, I managed to catch the same stomach flu (or something of the sort) that has hit essentially all of Boston. There are few things that I hate more than puking, but puking blood certainly qualifies.

I've probably never felt quite as helpless as I did when I started vomming my brains out all alone, in an empty dorm room. And incidentally, the 5am walk from Winthrop to After Hours Urgent Care felt like 10 miles of stumbling around all alone in the windy darkness.  Apparently, I became sick and dehydrated enough to warrant having a shot of anti-nausea medication stuck in my hip (which is about as thick as hair gel, BTW) and four bags of IV fluids pumped into my arm. Here's a timeline of my misfortune:

12th: 5pm: Arrive on campus. Never leave my dorm.

13th: 1:30am: Go to sleep. Feel kind of weird, but whatevs. I'll sleep it off.

          3:30am: Wake up and promptly start expelling my guts. 

          5:00am: Puking blood. WTF.

          5:30am: World's longest walk to UHS.

          6:00am: Find out that I have what everyone else has. Get my very own bed in Stillman Infirmary.

          4:30pm: My all too accommodating father picks me up from Stillman because suffering at home is better than suffering alone on campus.

And then I slept for 15 and a half hours.

So here I am now, sitting in my living room instead of on a ski lift and wearing a fuzzy blanket instead of snow pants.

Not a happy camper.

I want soup.