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You know, if you look hard enough, every bad thing *does* have its upside. As in, for example, a horrendous bout of stomach flu does teach one to truly value and appreciate those little pleasures and rewards of ordinary life, such as:
--being able to take a sip of water with any confidence whatsoever that it will actually stay down and rehydrate one's sad dessicated tissues;
--being able to get up and walk to the bathroom without passing out;
--being able to listen to NPR very quietly on the radio, or read print, without feeling like the OMG SENSORY OVERLOAD is going to make one instantly hurl.

In other words, yeah, really unpleasant 36 hours in these parts. But I'm now on the mend, and have actually showered (*god*, a shower was never more needed) and consumed some tea and saltines, without catastrophe, so I think odds look good for survival. \o/