Around 4:30 yesterday afternoon, I became violently ill. By 5:30 I was convinced I was dying and that my body was eliminating all waste before I croaked. Things subsided around 6:00 and by 6:30 I was in bed, ready to meet whatever deity showed up to take me away. Annabelle stayed with me all night, Stella showed up later, and Thatch checked in on me around 4:30.