Barf. Chunder. Hurl. Upchuck. Spew. Vomit. Puke.
Nothing churns my stomach more than witnessing the contents of one's churned stomach. We went to the fair this evening and I have never in my life seen so many people get ill as I have this evening. It was awful to catch a glimpse of an ashen gray/ green face only to quick look away about 5 seconds too late. It was terrible. So terrible, in fact, that I had to write about it.
I don't know when this phobia kicked in but I think it may have been back when I was in grade school going to Libby's Logger Days when I (once again) looked at precisely the right moment and saw someone lose it on the Round -Up and just when I was feeling brave enough to go on that ride too. Or was it in second grade when a kid spewed in class. Thankfully I didn't see that one happen but I heard the kid next to me yell, "Albert threw up!" but what I heard was, "Albert blew up!" and by god, I wasn't about to look at my now exploded classmate. From then on out I was terrified that I would get seated in front of poor Albert.
So now you know my weakness. You can put me in a pit full of snakes and venemous spiders or even make me bungee jump from the tallest bridge but please.....please.....just don't hurl in front of me.
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Funny how my "fair blog" mentions rides and throwing up as well. I don't think there is one person in this country who doesn't have a fond memory of ralphing on a ride!
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