If I had the patience I would find, and link to, a clip from the original Alien movie. In particular, to the famous scene in which John Hurt has to be held down on a table whilst wracked with violent shakes and spasms until a terrifying and malevolent creature bursts into the outside world (well, spaceship anyway) from his stomach...I assume we're all more than familiar with that scene in all its grisly detail.
But no, I don't have the patience or the energy right now.
Still. Never one to get grandiose about my own mercifully rare bouts of ill health (well, maybe sometimes I do exaggerate just a little), I would have used that link as analogous with my own current trials and tribulations. No, I don't quite have alien creatures bursting agonisingly through my stomach walls, but I have had three days of rather violent and explosive disagreements with my digestive system - hopefully, I'm showing signs at last of being on the mend from the worst stomach bug I've ever had (most emphatically not an exaggeration, in case you wondered).
I've probably given far too much information already. I'm just glad it's happened at the start of this week, since I break up from work on Thursday (if I actually feel up to going back to work by then) for just over a week - by which point, fingers crossed, I'll be fighting fit once again.