The Porcelain god

Subject Warning: Vomiting

I have inherited an intolerance for alcohol from my father.  I can tolerate maybe one or two sips of beer before I start feeling sick, and it would not take consuming the whole bottle to induce vomiting.
This creates problems of various proportions.  At one time I was thinking of joining a group dealing with Businesses in Japan.  As most know, socialization based on alcohol after hours is a requirement.  Not to mention my dislike for the taste of most alcoholic beverages (beer and wine in particular, sake being the exception).

I have adjusted by not participating in most social activities where alcohol is involved.   This is not the main reason for my anti socialization tendencies, but a factor.  I don't mind other people drinking, and my family members have not inherited the trait.  So it is not unusual to find beer or wine in the house.

All of this leads to the porcelain god, the toilet.  On our honeymoon, the hotel left us a bottle of complementary champagne.  I took two sips and ending up the entire evening in the bathroom.  Gayle on the other hand ended up ordering room service and enjoyed a nice meal.  I assume it was very nice from the charge on my bill.  From that point on, I avoided that experience other than due to illness.

With Chemo, especially this latest round (round 4)  I have found myself meeting the receptacle about twice a day.  Our visits are unpredictable and usually short in duration.  But what has come out is not one would expect.  I never experienced the pleasure of vomiting water before.  I do take anti nausea medications, but for some reason I assumed it would eliminate the nausea.  It lessens the affect and produces some unexpected side events.

Usually after my visit, things calm down and within an hour I am settled down.  Lately the visits have been late at night or early morning causing disruptions in my sleep patterns.  I have been learning the early signs that I might require a visit, but am being proactive in always carrying a bag with me (I wonder if Amazon sells airline barf bags).

So if you see me suddenly excuse myself without saying anything, you can guess what may be occurring.  Thanks for your understanding and willingness to allow me to discuss the subject.