Sick Again! Quality New York Moment?

Last Saturday I went shopping with my roommate. Good times, right? While trying on coats at Old Navy I suddenly started to not feel well. I told my roommate that I probably needed something to eat and would be back in a few minutes. Unfortunately food was not what I needed. Feeling like I was going to barf, I made my way to McDonalds to use their bathroom. There was a line of like 15 people and I couldn’t wait. After throwing up in the stairwell at McDonalds, a garbage can in the street, and a garbage can at the subway-stop, I made it home. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life. And this was just the beginning. I spent my whole Saturday on the coach with Gatorade and a bowl nearby. After relaxing the rest of the weekend I thought all was well. This morning I went to work feeling fine. I was at my computer working when it hit me again. This time it was worse. Luckily my two sweet bosses took good care of me. I ended up going home. What’s wrong with me? Most people think that it’s food poisoning, but the only thing I had to eat on both days was Cheerios. I can not tell you how devastated I would be if I couldn’t have Cheerios anymore. I promised my boss I wouldn’t eat them for awhile. A co-worker thought it might be the milk. I don’t know, but I don’t like it. I hate being sick.