in the entire universe is:
I hate it. About 3 years ago, I got so sick. I threw up 11 times in 11 hours. Every hour, on the dot. It was my Hell on Earth.
Yesterday, I threw up 8 times in about 4 hours (one of which was on the side of the freeway while getting a ride home from my sister's house). Today I took off work, so my body can get some rest. My throat, chest, and back are sore from dry heaving.
My mouth gets watery. And once it starts, I just start crying. It is the most miserable moment of my life. Then my body does its thing, and I am fine again... until 30 minutes later, then it happens again. Honest to goodness... I hate it.