I had food poisoning over the weekend. Bad chicken. I had five serious bouts of vomiting, the last two were double barreled affairs. Today I feel much better, but my torso feels like I've been beaten front and back. The good news is that I was the only victim in the household, my wife and kids being spared the experience. I was struck with the nausea starting very late, probably around 11pm, lasting through 'til 2:30am, while my family was in bed fast asleep. I decided not to bother them, and secluded myself to my misery in a bathroom away from the bedrooms. My only witness was one of our two dogs, Mozzie who trotted over to watch me during my trials. While I was lurching over the toilet bowl, I could through the haze see Mozzie sitting outside the bathroom door, his white fur standing out against the darkness behind him. He was sitting there in the way that dogs do when they are interested or confused by something. Head and ears perked up, his head slightly rotated to one side. With each subsequent retch and the accompanying awkward noise I made, Mozzie's head would rotate back and forth. For some reason at the time I found this so funny, that even in my misery I started to laugh at the little guy. This only added to the weird mix of noises, and made him twist his head back one forth more intently. The ruckus finally woke up my wife Rachel, who walked over to check the bathroom. When she arrived she saw me sitting in the bathroom floor with Mozzie in my lap. I was covered in sweat, the room reeked of vomit, and I was laughing. The look on her face was a beautiful mix of disgust, worry, and confusion.