I find that you really can't talk too much about throwing up. It simply doesn't seem to be possible.
Richard got sick last weekend. Usually I am the one who is sick while he points and laughs at my misery. He probably gets sick 1 out of every 10 times that I get sick. So last weekend I guess it was finally his turn again. And while it put a damper on the weekend, it brought up lots of fun memories of sicknesses gone by.
When we first moved in to this house we went to Home Depot like we did all the time in those days. I started feeling oogy, so I made Richard push me around in the shopping cart. I think he suspected that I was just lazy, so I was really glad when we got home and I ran strait into the house and puked up pizza all over the shower. That showed him.
Once when I was young my sister Demi got sick. So she was hanging out in front of the toilet like you do, waiting for the sweet release of up-chucking. It was late and she was exhausted and all the sudden she ran into the kitchen saying that her hands wouldn't work. They were in these weird positions and seemed all frozen and she was freaking out and I was FREAKED OUT! I thought she was dying, cuz what else do frozen hands mean if not certain death? Turns out she had just fallen alseep on her hands and they were totally numb, but otherwise fine.
And then there was a time on my mission when a lady in the ward told me that taking Mulitvitamins on an empty stomach made her sick. I thought that was rather silly. But when I took one a couple days later on an empty stomach I started feeling sick too. I think she hexed me. I knew the thing to do was to eat something, so I grabbed the first thing I could find - leftover fish pasta - and ate it as fast as I could. About 5 minutes later I hurled in the shower. (By the way, puking in the shower is way better than puking in the toilet. Though if I have my druthers I prefer vomiting into a pitcher from the comforts of my bed.)
Anyhoo, as I listened to Richard hurling into the toilet I realized how generous and forgiving he is for still loving me after hearing me barf all those times. Cuz now, for me, it is over. How can I kiss someone after hearing them throw up like that? I know there are some silent pukers out there, but I'm sure not one of them, and now I know my husband isn't either. So that is it for us. We had a good run. But I was also interested to realize that, while the love is gone, listening to him didn't make ME want to throw up. It always does in the movies, and I have always wondered if it would work that way for me, but it didn't. So now I know, next time I am stuck in a room full of barfing barfers, I will be the one with my head held high, holding it together while everyone around me falls apart all over the upholstery. Man, that is going to be awesome! I can't wait!