Best seat in the house?

At some point today, when I wasn't looking someone has swapped my stomach for a washing machine and decided to put my intestines through a wringer. At least that's how it feels :-(
Mr A has had a stint in sanitary solitary confinement (aka the loo) this week and now I fear it's my turn.
I know I'm I'll when 1. I don't eat (gasp!) 2. I just want to curl up in bed until it all goes away.

Night Blippers!