The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

This is a mentally ill leave application. Today is the second day. The lowest temperature is 38.2℃. I vomit everything I eat. I can only eat fruits and rice soup. I vomit if I touch a little oil. Every joint in my body feels like someone is using a crowbar to pry it in and beat a drum in your head. I used to walk an 80-pound Samoyed for more than an hour with a penetrating injury to the sole of my foot and a broken leg. Now I can't even get out of bed. I'm screaming in pain. Fuck