Horrible horrible horrible. Thought at one point today I was going to die. But my son has made a full recovery and ate everything my sister put in front of him this evening, whilst I was upstairs throwing up.
She had it over Christmas so I'm fortunate she felt able to come near the house and help out. The advice, for anyone just coming down with it or fearing they may, is to eat little bits of plain stuff here and there and drink constant sips of water (and in my case diarolyte). If you glug too much at once it just comes back up again. Little sips has miraculously seen me polish off my required standard 2 litres of water today.
Trouble is, every time a mere whiff of cracker has reached my nose I've been back in the bathroom. Supposed to be mainlining natural yoghurt to help my 'vulnerable gut' as the GP described my post-antibiotic state today. But I can't face it. Maybe tomorrow. Off to wash my night meds down with dioralyte now. F*****g bitch virus from hell. And many other choice curses.