Well, I think I'm making progress on some things in my life ... first, I am no longer repulsed by ham ... no, I still don't like it, but I can be in a room with it, don't mind the smell of it cooking, and can even stomach a sliver of it (as long as I have a good chaser).
More importantly, I think I might be getting over my absolute fear of anything puke. For those of you not in the know, I hate puking ... no, I don't think there are many people who enjoy it, but I absolutley can't stand it and have a whole routine in place to help me avoid puking ... however, that's not where I'm improving.
I also loathe seeing, hearing, and smelling puke. I rapidly leave the room when somebody feels like they might have to puke. I put pillows over my ears when I hear someone puking when I'm trying to sleep. It's a real problem with me ... and could certainly be an issue once we have kids (god willing).
So, why am I bringing this up? A group of us went to a bar in New Jersey (Prospectors) this past weekend ... While we were there, a friend's wife began feeling ill (no, it wasn't because of the drinks, she only had a glass of water) ... as luck would have it, I had driven the couple to the bar ... and more depressingly, I would be driving them back home ... much sooner than I had thought.
We left the bar, and began driving home ... we made sure we had some bags in case said sickly girl felt the urge to "unswallow." As luck would have it, she indeed got the urge to "do the technicolor yawn" and began puking in the bag in my car ... in the past, I may have contemplated actually jumping out of the car ... but somehow, I calmly pulled the car to the side of the highway, and she was able to get out of the car and continue barfing ... what's amazing is that I wasn't even repulsed, and didn't get nervous. This has to be a first in my life. Maybe I'm finally growing up or something ... NAH!