Strand Illness and Cruel Husband

My husband is such a prick. I got sick with what I assume is severe good poisoning yesterday. I start feeling achy and ill around 2pm so I lay down for a nap. I sleep until Jake gets home at around 5pm. He scares me awake by making some silly noise and instead of laughing like I usually do I run to the bathroom to vomit. I apologize between breathes and let him know I've been feeling sick. The dog had vomited on me around noon so there was a pile of vomit covered blankets pillows and clothes in the hamper that I had been meaning to make my next load of laundry before I fell ill. I told him the dog got sick and that I would appreciate it if he would throw that load into the laundry. He huffed and puffed asking me why I couldn't do it and as I was trying to respond something snarky I fell to the ground ready to pass out (complete coincidence). He just looks at me mumbles something under his breathe and walks away leaving me on the floor sweating freezing and scared. I crawl my way to the couch where he is now sitting watching tv. I asked him if he was going to do the laundry and he said no it was my job. I'm too weak to get angry and roll over to attempt to sleep. He reaches over and tries to cuddle me and the moment his skin makes contact with mine it feels as if one thousand razor blades had pierced me in that area. I cry out in pain and beg him not to touch me again. He asks why and I say what I just felt and he starts to get concerned. He starts googling stuff and concludes that I just have food poisoning and I don't need him so he rolls his eyes calling me overdramatic and turns up the tv. I feel the urge to poop so I bolt to the bathroom and barely make it to the toilet to have liquid shit for 20 minutes non-stop. I feel myself grow dehydrated and beg for a glass of water. Then my entire body goes hot and all my senses are dialed up by 100. Every noise is intensified and sends needles down my body. Everything I was touching felt like burning razor blades. I dropped everything (wash rag phone toilet paper) and smells were 1000x stronger and I could taste the scent of my feces and my husband was eating chips in the next room and I could smell and taste those. I could hear the dog smacking her lips and it sent me into a madness. I clean myself off through my pain screaming for a glass of water. He yells out angrily and grabs a dirty glass from the sink and fills it up with sink water. There was rotten milk floating in the top but I didnt care I was so dehydrated I chugged it. He was surprised I actually drank that and "was just punishing me." I try to stand off the toilet as he stomps away angrily to tend to the dog and I feel a rush of dizziness hit me. I fall to the ground again and everything is too bright. I switch off all the light switches as I lean against the walls trying to get back to the couch. I fall and bust my head on the edge of the couch and crawl up back to my spot only to find that I have to go to the restroom again. I can't move from the needles that are stabbing my body and my pain level is like an 11 on a scale of 0-10. Feeling that I'm out of control of my situation and all alone I just start crying each tremor making my pain intensify. My dog walks up to me equally sick and crying and tries to lick me. The noise from her lips smacking makes my body catch fire and I beg Jake to move her to the bathroom so that I can have quiet and I beg for clean cold water. He goes and gets the water and my dog is trembling and crying in pain I call her to try and calm her down. I can't lift my arm to pet her at this point. He gives me the same dirty glass of sink water and throws peptobismal at me saying I need to quit being dramatic. I scream that I'm in pain and describe what I'm feeling and I need to go to the hospital and our dog needs to go to the animal hospital. He then screams at me " you aren't sick you're just crazy you bitch." the pain from his comment is overwhelmingly hurtful. Does he really hate me this much? I cry harder from the pain of his words and throw the glass of water in my hands at him. I miss and just spill water on myself as the glass falls beside me. He growls angrily as he turns around swiftly. He stomps up to me then sees the rotten milk and water all over me and laughs at me before dragging the dog to the bathroom. Soon after I pass out. I wake up a few hours later and my body feels cold like death. I beg for a thermometer and he concedes. My temperature was 95F. I show him and he laughs again saying it's broken so I take it again and my temp dropped to 94.9F. I freak and tell him I need to hospital now. He refuses to take me. Then I hear my dog screaming and howling in pain. I smell a putrid smell and I tell him to check on her where he says she's fine she just shit all over the bathroom and I don't feel like cleaning it up. She deserves to sit in it she's a bad dog. I explain that she can't help it and she needs to go to the animal hospital. He refuses so I command him to clean it up. I grow angry at this point and tell him to bathe her and clean or we are divorcing when I feel better. I meant it too. He stomps off and I hear the dog cry out. I assume he hit her. I yell at him to stop where he screams he didn't hit her she shat blood. I beg him to take her to the hospital and he again refuses. He finishes washing her and I call her to me. We hold each other on the couch as he screams and cusses while he cleans the bathroom. We fall asleep crying and I seriously fear that Grace and I will be dead by morning. The next morning I awake to feel slightly better. My husband is sleeping beside me on the couch with his hand on my hair and his other hand on my dog. I scowl at it and push him off. I go to the bathroom to vomit to find the entire place covered in shit and he barely cleaned anything. He wakes up and I explain how I feel about the events that happened last night and he ignores me giving me a half added apology. I try to clean and can't manage it today so I mostly stay on the couch my dog was sleeping the entire day and her poop was more solid. I find myself shitting solid bloody poop and am convinced this wasn't food poisoning. We all eat the same thing and only I and my dog were sick not my husband. I make all our food though so he couldn't have poisoned me. Something had effected us that didn't effect him. Through all of this I now completely distrust my husband and find myself not able to forgive him. I refuse to leave him so don't get that notion in your head as I believe in working through things in a marriage. He normally is very loving so this was out of character. I woke from a nap to find him petting my hair and crying earlier today and he tried to hide it but I could tell he was doing it. I think he feels guilty but I'm still so angry. I think he may have felt out of control and panicked but it doesn't excuse his behavior. What was that strange illness? Why was he acting like that? Please any advice would be appreciated.