Suddenly Sick to My Stomach

I went to Eugene this morning to pick up some hot-tub parts for Mom. It turned out that Abi had to do some stuff in Eugene today, too. So we carpooled. How convenient.

After I got home I was feeling pretty out of it so I napped. I've had a cold for the past week or so when I woke up I was sweaty and horse. Andrew called to see about a ride home from school.
"Sure," I croaked, "I'll be over in a minute."
About half way to the school I started feeling queasy.
'Now, this is odd,' I thought. 'My own driving is making me motion sick.'
By the time I got Andrew it was pretty bad. I made it home, opened the car door, got out, and vomited on the street. I stumbled to the lawn, vomited some more, collapsed to my knees and sat the utterly miserable.
"Did you eat the beef?" asked Andrew.
We had some beef that had gotten questionable but I had thrown it away.
"No," I gasped, "that's a carrot cake muffin." I pointed at the lawn. "those are carrot."
Andrew patted my shoulder. "Come on. You just have to make it into the house."
I didn't think I could, but I did.
Now, I get to wait and see if this is a quick passing fluke or a nasty stomach bug that I don't want to give to Mom. She is planning to come visit me tomorrow. I want to go for a walk in the rain, but I don't think that would be wise or even very possible at the moment. Plus the neighbors might not like me vomiting in their yards...