I learned a new phrase from my husband - in his family household, the term for diarrhea was “diapoopus of the blowhole.” That’s, uh, very descriptive. 
Oh yeah, it burned like a sonofabitch, but anything that would let me stop puking and pooping and just sleep was welcome. When the nurse said she needed to put it in my hip, and I was like, “Wherever!” she said another lady with the same illness that day said, “I don’t care if you have to inject it into my eyeball, as long as I feel better!” and I completely agreed!
You’re welcome TruCelt - its not original to me anyway but real olde English (Well, 17th century).
Good word, innit?
Could have been worse - it could have hit while you were ON THE PLANE :eek::eek::eek:.
I’ve yet to experience this particular delight, myself. The one time I had things “north and south” was years ago and I still remember it :(.
Well played, sir.
I’ve recently had The Lurgy (and subsequently a proper cold) and my daughter had some sort of Mystery Virus which resulted in a fever of 102F for about five days but no other symptoms, but no norovirus. That said, I was just visiting my inlaws in Florida and my MIL came down with a fever/puking/blarting illness; I’m now a tad nervous about that…
I got miserably sick like this once while living in Bangkok, and in hindsight (based on the descriptions here) it must have been some variant of norovirus. Utter misery for 6 hours, but I was paranoid for a while afterwards about eating or drinking ANYTHING, and almost passed out before I realized what an idiot I was being.
The husband was out of town at the time, but fortunately Bangkok’s plethora of delivery services kept me well-stocked with Gatorade (which only comes in grape or lemon-lime flavors in Thailand, but beggars can’t be choosers).
TMI alert:
The entire experience also thoroughly converted me to the Thai practice of having a tiled bathroom with a floor drain and a hand-held sprayer attached to the toilet. :eek: Man, that was a lifesaver.