Sometimes I Just Can't Stomach It

I have the flu. Not the "good" kind either. I have the stomach flu. I LOATHE the stomach flu. I DESPISE throwing up. This whole situation blows chunks- literally.
We had the boy's birthday party yesterday. The husband got up and went to work for the morning and I rolled over to, first, be greeted by my newly aged 3 year old son and then, second, to be greeted by white out conditions outside. It was snowing. Pretty heavy and it was starting to stick. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?! <~~~~~~~That's what ran through my head. Then I sat up and the first wave took me down. I laid back down. I was nauseous. I attributed it to lack of sleep. I showered, got the kids fed and began preparing for the rest of the day. I refused to allow the nausea to break me!! The husband came home, sold his motorcycle (YAY! Another post, another day) and took care of the kids while I made a last minute run to the supermarket. I had pushed the nausea aside.
The day went well. It was a small party, just what we wanted, and the boy really enjoyed himself. We really are so blessed with generous family members, and friends, who just dote on on our kids and spoil them to no end! The celebration ended and I was NOT feeling good, at all. Cleaning was not in the cards. The husband had school work to do. The kids went to bed and I laid out on the couch, my stomach churning more and more. Finally, around 9 I had to head to bed. Within hours I was hugging the porcelain throne. Well, not really. I never made it to the bathroom...I was hugging the plastic garbage can and having murderous thoughts about the husband in between each heave. He laid there, as I violently wretched out my insides, and snored his freaking head off!
I fell asleep, about 35 minutes later, praying for no more puking episodes and arose at 5:30 when the alarm went off. I hit snooze until as late as possible and finally got out of bed and got dressed. I feel like shit. I'm at work because I don't want to use up anymore days. The boy is having surgery this Thursday and I didn't think it was "fair" to my colleagues to take off twice in one week after having been out for my own surgery. Plus, I'm hearing rumors of snow on Wednesday and I need to make sure my kids are getting some learning in!
So, I hear I sit. Living off Ginger Ale and nothing else. I don't want to put anything into my stomach that could possibly come out later on. I've just come to realize that the 4 dozen cupcakes I baked yesterday amidst the chaos of getting ready for the party are still sitting in my garage awaiting frosting for my son's daycare. Now, I feel really bad.