Piloting a urban assault vehicle on the way to work at 100 km/hr and having waves of nausea sweep over you. I should have pulled over and then turned around and gone home, but I never get sick, so I figured it was just something passing through me.
I only lasted three hours at work. I'm pretty sure this is only the second or third time that I've missed work due to illness in the eight years that I've worked there. But damn it, I hope I'm better tomorrow, because I start some days off tomorrow and what's the point of being sick on your holidays?
For the record, I never did puke today. Pretty much only tequila will do that to me.
How about you? Are you a puker or an iron-gut? When was the last time you barfed?