The Cure
Writhe around in agony from 1am until 3am, then place ones head into a toilet bowl, taking care to first lift the lid, place hands at either side of toilet bowl rim, as if driving an out of control porcelain bus. Then, via a series of abdominal muscular contractions, back arching and pleading cry's to your god of choice, purge the contents of your gut into the aforementioned bowl.
Repeat again at 5am for a complete cure.
The Prevention
Don't eat the barramundi at a Bayside restaurant at Brighton Le Sands
oh maaaaaate 
get a beer into you now that'll rinse the bowels clean , you might get the squirts for a bit , but you need hops to cleanse your guts out ... poor bastard and thanks for the tip off , hope you get better quick ... grab the beer.
Fark! edit : you need a brick too , a large knobbed multi faceted fugly one !!!!!
Well, like the chrispy one said, better out than in.
And it did turn out a successful conference, we were possibly the smallest group we've ever had and we still managed to raise $1045 in just 2 days from fines imposed by the SAA. or buying a $25 insurance policy from him.
And I did cop special treatment from the SAA for leaving early that night, but I already had insurance so I was able to give him the finger
We did something a bit different this year, we actually donated it to a lady up in Brisvagas that one of us knows is really down on her luck with medical problem and the like.
I thought that had a nice personal touch.
Yes, back to normal now, mind you, normal for me still involves a raft of maladies that any self respecting hypochondriac drama queen would be happy to call their own.
And I know how interested you all are in the shape, consistency and textural feel of my bowel movements so I can report that, measured against the tried and trusted Bristol Stool Scale, I've nothing untoward to report. 
