Is anyone in this family ever NOT sick?

Well I had a horrible night last night. I was relaxing after my big day of two tests by watching antique roadshow. The next show was some sort of documentary about the mormons, and I thought it might be interesting. I watched the first hour of it, but half way through it I could tell something wasn't right. The show kept going past 10:00, but I knew I had early class, and I wasn't feeling very well, so I went to bed. About an hour later, I woke up and ran to the bathroom and puked up pretty much everything I had eaten for dinner. After that, my throat was burning, so I drank so milk to try and soothe it. An hour later, I puked up the milk. So I tried drinking water. An hour later, the water came back up. After that, I had nothing left in my stomach, yet I still had to go vomit every hour til 5:00, which I think was the last time. However, as I was making horrible puking noises, Chloe heard me. This wasn't the first time I'd woke her up that night with my sick noises. Since she's usually not ready for a bottle til 6:30, I let her cry for a little while thinking she'd go back to sleep. It became pretty obvious she wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, so I warmed her up a bottle. When I walked in her room, I knew I had a much bigger problem. I could smell poop. So I picked her up and noticed that she had it smeared on her leg. I turned on the lights and realized I had big problem. It was EVERYWHERE. She's on antibiotics which always makes her poop all runny and horrible, but I've never seen it like this. I didn't know what to do, and I misplaced my gas mask, so I had to tie a dish cloth around my face because I wasn't feeling well and I didn't want the smell to initiate my gag reflex. So I picked her up and stuck her in the tub. Thank goodness I have a detachable shower head. I hosed her off as best I could and peeled her onsie and diaper off and got her all cleaned up. Poor little thing. She had gotten it on her hand and then touched her face. It was horrible. Her onsie was from a second-hand store, so I just threw it out along with the diaper. I set her up with her bottle and had to wash all her bedding. I put clean blankets down for her and I went back to bed. Actually, I went back to couch. Something about lying down in my bed made me have to run to the bathroom. I don't think I have anything left in my body because I know I puked out all the contents in my stomach, and at around 2:00 this morning, the contents of my intestines began to expel themselves in the most unpleasant manner.

After my last rush to to the bathroom at 5:00, I haven't had any more trouble with vomiting, but I only got about an hour of sleep during the night, and I'm really weak. I didn't even try to go to class this morning, but I did take Chloe to day care because there's no way I can take care of her in this state. I think I'll be ok by the time I have to pick her up though. I really hope so, because if not, what am I going to do? This whole thing made me realize how alone I am and how I really can't do everything on my own. What am I supposed to do if I get sick again and I can't just take Chloe to daycare? I only have one person to call, and if she's out of town or busy, then what? I just felt so alone this morning. I kept trying to call my mom last night but she left her internet on, so I couldn't get a hold of her. I couldn't call Miguel because he was at work. It was way to early to call anyone else. I'm just beginning to wonder if this is all worth it. I want Miguel home. I need help and I need someone here for me. I can't even talk to him on the phone because his cell phone sucks so bad that our conversations always get cut off or it breaks up so bad all I can hear are bits and pieces of what he says. (If you don't have cingular, don't get it!!) Well, this is starting to turn into a pretty big downer, and I'm getting hungry. I'm scared to eat, but I know i have to do it since I have to feed a little itty bitty baby, too.