There are few things I keep tally of. One of those is how many years it has been since I've had to throw up.
I had a bout of food poisoning this weekend. We think it was the spoonbread at the Spoonbread Festival in Berea, Kentucky. One hour after eating, I was vomiting in the parking lot, and vomiting on the hour until late that night, with the Discovery Channel to keep me company, long after there was any food left to come out. I lost four pounds.
It's rather amazing how vigorously the body works to defend itself.