It's been a long time since I've been sick, and now I remember how it is. Fortunately I think I am getting over it now, and today I feel a lot better. Last night was a completely different story though. I think it was something I ate; I was kept up until 4 in the morning not knowing if I was going to vomit again or not.

That’s right, again.

(WARNING: If you feel like the previously stated material will gross you out, I recommend skipping over this entry; it only gets worse and more descriptive. I did not mean for it to be funny, but a very true to life remembrance. Sorry if it offends you, it is/was not my intention.)

After I ate dinner last night I instantly knew something was not right. The food was not settling, and it got worse over the next few hours. Then, while sitting at my computer I realized it all was going to come up. I don't know how I knew that, I find it funny (in hind-sight) that I had that feeling. I mean I've only vomited a few times in my life that weren't related to drinking, but my inexperience had no effect on the fact that I knew.

So I ran to the bathroom flipped the seat up. I must have spent a good 5 minutes hanging over the toilet in anticipation. It didn't come and the wave of nausea subdued. While sitting on my bathroom floor I realized my mission; I was going to have to do it the hard way.

Nothing is harder mentally for me then intentionally gagging myself. I stood up and paced the bathroom mumbling to myself, "Just do it." I looked at myself in the mirror and did the typical build-up speech to myself. I noticed Jack was sleeping in the tub and I tried to get him out of the bathroom but he wouldn't budge. I had to just slide the shower door shut on him because I didn't want him to get involved once it started.

Then when I was pacing again the nausea came back, and my body made it easy for me. I sprung for the toilet. The only words I can describe it was that it was fast and furious.

I didn't feel particularly better afterward. The mental picture of me standing up after and it being on my face and hands stuck with me. Plus tomato sauce is not the most attractive thing when you're seeing it for the second time.

At least the nausea wasn't back when I woke up this afternoon. I'm still feeling weak, but I'm feeling a lot better. As I tell myself after every time I vomit, I never want to go through that again.