Green as the Grinch

Well, I ate some asian food that I've had before at an asian restaurant I've eaten at before. I shared the plate with my mom; the regular plate of noodles, smothered with sauce laden stir fried beef, shrimp, mushrooms, broccoli....

Then I went to a home hosted gymnastics meet, saw some of my best buddies, and had a good time until half way through. My stomach began to twist, and I ended up going back and forth to the bathroom several times. We were going to go hang out after the meet, but I was just feeling horrible, so I went home.

I found out my mom also had bad diarrhea because she ate the same plate I did. But I kept going and going and then started vomiting. I vomited every 2 hours since the meet. After I vomited all the food, I threw up what seemed like gallons of water that was an attempt to keep me hydrated. All the while, my stomach was growing knives that tried to tear its way from under my skin. I imagine the pain was something like someone trying to jumprope using your intestines on their knees covered in barb wire.

At around 2:30am, I lost consciousness on my way back to the bathroom. When I came to, my mom was yelling and trying to give me chest compressions while my bro was talking to 911 peeps (I say "try" with my mom because it was more like poking me with her fingers). But the wait for emergency care was 4 hours, so we decided to just nurse me at home so I can use the bathroom and not shit/ barf all over the hospital.

But now I'm better, starting to eat solids again, and am spending time in California with the family. Everyone says I look like shit and that I've lost weight.

My brother did some quick Googling of "how to take care of food poisoning" during my few hours of hell. He later told me that one of the articles said mushroom and shellfish poisoning has a 50% survival rate. "Cool" I said. What else would I say, really?
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Edit: Internal bleeding from violent vomiting. Neat, I suppose.