As you can see from the title, you might not want to be near mealtime when you read this. And you definitely don't want to be around food when you play the video.
It's a bit of an off-putting topic to say the least. But the other thing is it's a universal experience. A light after the darkness. The proverbial silver lining.
I speak of course of post puke euphoria.
We've all tossed our cookies at one time or another. And the ramp up is no fun whatsoever. First, the churning and low growling in Mr. Stomach. Then, that slight suspicion there may be trouble in paradise. It progresses to pacing left and right. Then rocking back and forth. As it gets worse, and the time is drawing near, soon comes a little porcelain-throne hugging.
Eventually, like a train you've been waiting for you thought would never arrive, it does. With one violent, unstoppable, inescapable, stomach-turning heave, you have liftoff.
Once you're running on empty, and it finally stops, something wonderful happens. The clouds part. You hear the angels sing. And you feel much better. Thirsty, but better.
You're experiencing post puke euphoria.
However the truth is PPE can be a cruel tease. There you are thinking you've turned the corner, the worst is over. But sometimes, Mr. Stomach is just laying in wait for the next opportune moment to say, "Hey Sparky, wake up and smell the last meal you had."
But those times when it really is over, and the euphoria lasts, you can literally feel your strength coming back. It's a good feeling.
Still, I'd recommend against celebrating with a bowl of chili and Sriracha-covered fries.
