By the time Chris got home from work, I was feeling a little better, but the ever present churning feeling was still with me. He suggested that I might feel better if I just let go and vomited. I knew he was right and after hours of minor misery I realized that I was just being stupid. I did the deed and immediately felt 100% better.
I think Chris felt better, too, since he was able to rule out something more nefarious. My temperature remained stable for the rest of the night and I'm feeling like myself today. Sometimes a thing is what it is and no amount of worrying can build it up into something it's not.
Coincidentally, I had my doctor's appointment moved up a week. I'd just rather get it out of the way so I can dedicate the week after next to getting all things house related done. Fourteen days and counting.