On Sunday I mentioned that I hate to vomit and that I hadn't done so in over a year.Must have jinxed it since I woke up with the flu this am and finally sucuumbed to the desire to rid all toxins from my stomach.
For the record, my fever broke and I felt better immediately afterwards.
Also, since I spent the day in bed drifting in and out of sleep, I noticed that we show ALOT of food on tv. Which isn't necessarily a good thing when you are naseous.
Anybody else been sick lately? Can anyone top Ben's 13 year run between vomitting episodes?
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Easily. I had no early memories of vomitting, but I can safely say I went at least 26 years without bowing to the porcelain throne. I was thirty when I first chucked. Having an iron gut for the first three decades of my life must have softened me, because I was ill-prepared for my first time. I've since become a perennial vomitter, giving in around Christmas after one or two of my mother's sausage balls. Not that they are not delectable, I just can't handle the consistency any more.
You went 26 years without vomitting? That's pretty freaking incredible.
By comparison, I went 17 years without ever being kissed...
It was the first 17, by the way, not the second.
We are brothers-in-arms. I'm assuming, though, you are excluding big, sloppy kisses from parents, siblings, cousins, dogs, cats, chinchillas, aunts, great aunts, grandparents, great-grandparents, and politicans. Because I am.
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