When I was a kid I often got various forms of food poisoning (due to my habit of eating wild fruit and buying not-very-well-refrigerated ham sandwiches from street vendors) so I had a lot of experience at throwing up, hurling, chundering, blowing chunks, and otherwise making the bucket ring.
If you don’t already know this, you should. There is one food that tastes more or less the same going back up as it does going down – and that’s very useful to know. Applesauce. My fridge always contains a jar of the cheap mostly indestructible survive-a-nuclear-war proof stuff. The fiber in the apples uh, helps. It’s full of sugar. The pectin helps buffer your throat against the stomach acids, and it doesn’t smell anywhere near as bad as tequila and nachos.
I am quite serious about this. If you’re ever feeling like you may hurl, grrk down a bunch of applesauce. You’ll thank me.
My dad used to occasionally joke about whether or not I had thrown up “the pink thing” by which he meant: my own asshole. Thanks, dad, I love you always!