I felt really sick yesterday morning. Hit the shitter 6 or 7 times.
Bad part was that we'd scheduled a service call for me about an hour south, so I had to wait until my bowels firmed up a little before I started the drive down. I was legit worried that I was going to end up on the side of the road, spraying a fine Mist of shit all over the place like a hippo.
On the upside, all I ate was 2-3 cookies I swiped from the breakroom when I got back. Probably lost several pounds in the process.