Last night, at 23:00, I barely made it to the bathroom.  Not just vomit, not just diarrhea, but both.  After the damage had been done, I very sadly threw away one of my good pairs of my favorite undies.  After their funeral, I projectile vomited 10 more times throughout the night.  in the midst of all that, my 18 year old brother came down with the same symptoms.  He ruined 3 pairs of underwear.  This morning, the diarrhea got worse. Much worse.  I patched myself up with pads and A&D ointment, as my ass was bleeding something fierce.  I walk into my brothers room, I look at him, he look at me.  I hand him a patch (pad) and the ointment... Defeatedly, he accepted and ran to the bathroom to patch himself up.  I think we will live.