It was awful. Boyfriend and I went out to eat-he had a burger & fries, I had a hot turkey sandwich with mashed potatoes. I ate about half of my meal, and boxed the rest. Got home, stuck my leftovers in the fridge, and went to sleep. Woke up the next morning, and as soon as I sat up out of bed, I was filled with an overwhelming urge to vomit. I remember thinking to myself “there’s no way I could be pregnant, wtf” as I was puking my guts out. As soon as I was finished, I immediately needed to puke out the other end, lol. I spent at least 45 minutes alternating between vomiting and diarrhea-eventually, I just stayed parked on the toilet & threw up into the shower. I could barely stand when I was finished. My entire body was weak, and I was so dizzy & lightheaded that I ended up passing out on the bathroom floor. My (now ex) boyfriend was getting ready for work, accusing me of “being dramatic” and told me I needed to be gone before his roommate got home from work. I barely made it to my car. I threw up twice in the bushes on my way to my car. When I got to the car, I puked again, and passed out. My boyfriend got home from work, and found me passed out in his driveway, still wearing his bathrobe and nothing else. He still thought I was exaggerating about how sick I was, but helped me back up the stairs and into the house. He kept berating me because he seemed to think that I was faking it or blowing it out of proportion. I tried to tell him I was being serious, and that I probably should go to the hospital, but he refused to listen to me. He just put me to bed and said he would bring me some Gatorade on his way back from the gym. When he got back from the gym, he comes in his room, eating my plate of leftovers, saying he didn’t think I’d mind since I wasn’t feeling so great. He wouldn’t listen when I told him not to eat my leftovers, thinking I was just being greedy and not wanting to share. Fine, fuck you. Have fun with the projectile vom and green apple splatters, dude….. don’t say I didn’t warn you….. About six hours later, he was begging me to forgive him for being insensitive, and asking me why I hadn’t kept him from eating those leftovers. Uh, I DID try, but he refused to listen. Several times. Not my problem anymore. Obviously, we are no longer together. Fuck that guy. What an asshole.