And I thought throwing up was bad

It's no secret that puking is the worst.  A few of weeks ago Julian had the pukes--like the for real kind-- for the first time in his life.  It was so sad.  I sat with him and watched him do the "puke bowl dance" where he'd rock back and forth on his knees, waiting for it.  Oh, the wait. So awful.  I held the bowl while he cried over it, in such pain and agony and I wept a little, not just because watching a child in pain is so sad, but because I know EXACTLY how he feels.  I revert to a 3-year-old version of myself when I have the pukes, and it makes me want to cry, and it's just the worst, the worst ever.

And then I was reading my Book of Useless Information and read the following tidbit about frogs:

It was discovered on a space mission that a frog can throw up.  The frog throws up its stomach first, so the stomach is dangling out of its mouth.  Then the frog uses its forearms to dig out all the stomach contents and then swallows the stomach back down.

Argggh!!  Manually puking?? Imagine having to a) man-handle your own organs, and b) actually get inside to the yuck and physically dig out whatever's bothering you.  How could ever stop throwing up if you had to do that? The thing itself is so repulsive. I just really can't imagine having to choke down my own stomach.  Blarggghh.

So let's just take a minute and appreciate the reflex of throwing up. And, probably, the reflex of so many things.