So on Saturday, I got up at 5am, and went into the office prepared for 48hrs of DR (Disaster Recovery) testing. Most of the test was a success, and we were finished around 5pm. I was glad too, because I either had food poisoning or that darn rotavirus. Whatever it was really knocked me out. I had to try my hardest to prevent myself from vomiting on the ride home from work, and as soon as I got home, I couldn't hold it anymore. I spent the next 4 hours with a combination of incredible abdomen pains, vomiting, and diarrhea. It was horrible. I've never been sicker before in my life. And trust me, I've done my fair share of vomiting when I was younger, stupider, and had a lot of vodka, but I've never had suffered like I did on Saturday night. I spent most of the night either on the toilet, or in the fetal position on my bathroom floor. Most of the weekend after that was a blur. Needless to say, I didn't make it back for the second half of the DR test. Luckily things went relatively smoothly.
