I absolutely hate puking ... I'm sure most people probably don't like it, but I, I fear it. I fear the sound, sight, touch, and smell of puking. When my wife has to spill cookies, I fly out of the room and downstairs. When my little nephew threw up on me when I was holding him, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
I can't explain it, I just plain fear it. If I was a super-hero, my "Kryptonite" would be puke ... guess that wouldn't make me a very good superhero.
I haven't "delivered sidewalk pizza" much in my life. I can only remember a handful of times that I did ... the last being sometime in 1997, and that was after a hard night of drinkin'. The last time I threw up because of a flu or virus was probably in grade school ... and yes, I probably should've done the "technicolor yawn" more times, but I've kind of found a trick.
Yes, a trick. Basically, when you feel ill, the worst thing you can do is lie still. You must keep moving. So, I've gone for walks when I've felt sick, or paced around ... and yes, this includes late at night ... I've kept active, and somehow this has kept me from unswallowing ... or at least I think it has. Sure, maybe it's a placebo that somehow convinces my body that it doesn't need to vomit, and I think that's OK.
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