I got the stomach flu last week. It wasn’t pretty. I won’t share all the gory details because I don’t even want to know about them, just know that I am a big baby when sick. Extremely dramatic. Errr … more dramatic than normal. I weep. I shout. I pound my chest. Okay, I don’t actually do any of those things, but I envision doing them as I lie in a fetal position on my bed and feel very, very sorry for myself.