moonbogg
Lifer
Here is one of mine, possibly the worst.
It was maybe 9 years ago or so. I was at a friend's house and we drank a few beers. We decided it was a good idea to wrestle in the front yard shortly after drinking. At this time, I was very much out of shape and hadn't exercised in years.
The exertion was too much for me and I became light headed, shaky and felt like I might pass out, so I laid down to rest. I started to feel sick and it wouldn't go away, even with water and rest. I knew I was going to puke.
My pride commanded me to drive home (I only lived down the street) so that my friends wouldn't see me vomit.
I made it about 3/4 of the way home in the car, and the puke was coming. Again, my pride commanded me to NOT pull over and roll down the window for fear of bystanders seeing me puke. So instead, being terrified of what others might think of me, I kept driving, with the windows up.
I puked on my lap. I kept driving home and made it to the house, but I had a thought, "Well, I already puked on my lap in my car. I might as well finish". So I kept driving around the block and finished puking in the car. Maybe I was just in too much pain to care and the best I could do was just sit there in the car and puke.
When I was done, I went home and rested and cleaned up. This event led to a change in lifestyle, but only for a while.
So, what was your worst moment or at least one of them?
It was maybe 9 years ago or so. I was at a friend's house and we drank a few beers. We decided it was a good idea to wrestle in the front yard shortly after drinking. At this time, I was very much out of shape and hadn't exercised in years.
The exertion was too much for me and I became light headed, shaky and felt like I might pass out, so I laid down to rest. I started to feel sick and it wouldn't go away, even with water and rest. I knew I was going to puke.
My pride commanded me to drive home (I only lived down the street) so that my friends wouldn't see me vomit.
I made it about 3/4 of the way home in the car, and the puke was coming. Again, my pride commanded me to NOT pull over and roll down the window for fear of bystanders seeing me puke. So instead, being terrified of what others might think of me, I kept driving, with the windows up.
I puked on my lap. I kept driving home and made it to the house, but I had a thought, "Well, I already puked on my lap in my car. I might as well finish". So I kept driving around the block and finished puking in the car. Maybe I was just in too much pain to care and the best I could do was just sit there in the car and puke.
When I was done, I went home and rested and cleaned up. This event led to a change in lifestyle, but only for a while.
So, what was your worst moment or at least one of them?
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