Proverbs tells us that a cheerful heart is good medicine. Anya is proof! :) Throughout the entire yucky sickness experience, she has remained cheerful (unlike the rest of us!), and she seems to be bouncing back to normal faster than any of us.
When Anya got to the dry-heaving stage in the middle of the night last night, she asked why nothing was coming up. I told her it was because she had already thrown up all she had in her tummy, and there was nothing left in there. "Well," she said cheerfully, "nothing except bones and blood!"
I stand corrected. :)