Okay, I will spare you the specifics and the details, but I am suffering from a stomach flu that has had hold of me for two days now. I went over 30 hours with no solid food, and limited liquids. I have been feverish and aching throughout the day and night. Tonight, after around 36 hours with nothing more solid than "Go-gurt," I ate dinner--pizza, and cheese-sticks, with root-beer.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to come up with a fictional word that describes exactly how I feel after this dinner. I will give you only one hint: it ain't good. And I'm still feeling it a couple of hours later.