My college roommates and I tried a new Mexican place for dinner. The food poisoning hit me first a few hours later. It felt like a thousand angry little demons were stabbing my insides with white-hot daggers. I ran to the bathroom and the gates of hell blasted open. I was sweating, crying, and shitting more than I ever thought possible. Then, I heard a bang as my roommate tore open the door and proceeded to vomit partially digested tacos all over my half-naked body , which was expelling the contents of satan's soul into the toilet.
Innumerable billion-dollar industries have risen around humanity's unceasing impulses to eat and fornicate. Society reveres defecating, pissing, and farting as the most hilarious acts a person can commit. But when was the last time you heard anyone talk about puking as if it were important? Perhaps more than any other function of the human body, vomiting has gone woefully underappreciated. While most of us ignore the essential nature of retching, Hollywood has embraced its versatility as an effective narrative device.
Click here to mail it in to us at The Vomitorium and who knows, you might get to puke on the web! Unlike most contributors, I am an older woman 54 and a former high school teacher. But, I have a great revenge-puke story. A year ago I had a major back surgery and was confined to my hospital bed. I was given very strong pain medication through an IV, and it gave me a crushing headache and nausea.