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***Kind of gross story alert***
I used to be full-on vomitphobic. I mean, the very thought of vomit was enough to provoke paroxysms of fear and revulsion. Then, one night a couple of years ago my ex-roommate got really drunk and kind of semi-passed out on our porch swing. I saw that she was going to be sick, so I leaned her forward and held her (as she was completely incapable of doing so herself) so she could do so w/o getting sick all over herself...and then stayed in that position for roughly five or six hours as she continued to intermittently throw up. My face was about a foot and a half away from her vomit (filled w/chunks of the food that I myself had also eaten for dinner) for that entire time and now, strangely enough, vomit and the thought of vomiting don't really bother me nearly as much as they used to. |
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