I used to get carsick
And when I was a child we always took week-long trips to La Jolla, Calif. in the summertime (we still do, just not as often). The thing is, we always DRIVE, since we live in Arizona - only one state away, I suppose. ...Anyhow, I would always get nausea on the SECOND night of our stay. Not the evening after our arrival, mind you - my carsickness/altitude sickness/whatever the fuck it was would always DELAY itself for 24 hours, and then I would find myself fearing for myself the next night.

Anyhow I remember one occasion (I was about eight or nine at the time) where it got horrendously bad. I was sharing a foldout bed (or whatever you call those beds that fold up inside the sofa) with my little brother... I'm snoring away, and all of a sudden I find myself sitting _bolt_ upright in bed, absolutely KNOWING I'm about to toss them. I step on my brother climbing over him to get to the bathroom door... and with every step to the door, the urge to puke gets stronger. I fling the door open, and barely have time to switch on the lights before the fountains come on. I have just enough time to register that the toilet isn't open and I'm chundering all over the fucking LID - before I switch immediately to the sink.

My brother, of course, was promptly awakened when I stepped on his pancreas in my mad dash for the loo, but apparently the loud gagging noises woke up every other member of my family. And if that didn't do it, the stench did... we had to clean up the puke ourselves instead of letting Housekeeping do it; no way were all nine of us, the whole extended family, going to sleep under a cloud of my vomit stink. Of course, since I'd puked through my nose as well as my mouth, I still had to worry about it. I believe I went through two boxes of Kleenex getting the chunks out of my sinuses.
(Dr.Whogivesaratsarse, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 9:00, Reply)