Where Did THAT Come From??

Sunday I felt perfectly fine. Monday morning I felt fine, got the kids off to school, came home and chatted with my nephew who was visiting for the weekend with my brother-in-law. Nephew wanted to go to the skateboard park so I got ready to take him around 9:30 and thought I'd go from there to the gym. I was getting dressed to work out and realized that I didn't feel very good. That seemed kind of weird but I figured it would pass. I drove to the skate park, feeling worse every passing second. I thought---well, I'll run to the library and see if I still feel this bad and then I guess I'll have to skip my workout today. The library was torture, I went straight home from there and straight to bed. I felt awful---my stomach was in agony and I was doing everything in my might not to throw up (one of my most hated things). I slept until time to pick up my nephew. Came home and slept until time to pick up my kids from school. Came home and never got back out of bed the rest of the day.

Was it food poisoning?? (Don't know what it could've been from). Was it a weird 24-hour flu?? Nobody else seems to have it, and I feel better today. Very bizarre indeed. It was the Monday that wasn't.