Am I losing my mind?

This is probably not the update you were wanting, and it's certainly not the update I wish I was writing.

I have adventures upon adventures to lavish upon your willing ears, but for all I can think about is the growling of my stomach and the pounding my head.

Lindsey, Graham, Meagan, and I had dinner at my grandmother's Thursday evening. Around 1:30 that night I awoke with serious stomach issues, and began vommiting a few hours later. I went to sign some papers at UNA Friday morning, and I threw up there, too. I got to my parents' house around 11 to discover Lindsey exhibiting the same symptoms. We assumed it was something we'd eaten, and spent the next couple hours in bed. By that afternoon we felt things were on the upswing, but it was short-lived. By that evening our symptoms had gotten worse, and we discovered that our cousin Katie was also sick, knocking out the food poisoning theory. Unable to hold down any liquids or medicine, dehydration became a serious worry.

Around 6 Saturday morning Meagan took us to the ER to get IVs and a diagnosis. Both of us were dehydrated and my electrolytes were out of wack. They released us after a few hours, with instructions to have only clear liquids for the next six hours and Gatorades and such for the 12 hours after that.

I've been on a fairly strick Tylenol regime because every time I forget my temperature soars to 102 point something-or-other, and then I get the shivers. I've become less nauseous and even ate a piece of toast about half an hour ago. Lindsey's back to vommitting. I started my period today as well, as if I didn't have enough going on. Overall, we're pretty miserable. If you have an extra minute send us a message or a prayer or some good energies... we need them. We missed Uncle Bill's wake, his funeral, seeing Grandma and Great-Aunt Marie, and my other grandmother's 75th birthday.