Just as another anecdotal data point, I can testify that my first and worst encounter with a kidney stone was so excrutiatingly painful and nausea inducing that it did indeed cause me to vomit from the pain. And I normally have a reasonably high pain threshhold ( so it seems, anyway ).
Aw, come on. Do tell!
Possibly with sudden blows. But I can testify that severe pain doesn’t always cause vomiting. I had a vasectomy in which the anesthetic didn’t take on one side and I told the doc to go ahead and finish as half a clipping wasn’t going to do me a lot of good.
Yes, I am one of the toughest men you know. But I damn well knew I wasn’t letting him open me up down there a second time.
Pain. Severe pain of that special kind. But no nausea.
I’ve never vomited when hit in the crotch.
Spookily though, I do hit anyone in the crotch that vomits on me.
Oh yeah, it happens. When I was in basic training we went through the obstacle course. One of the obstacles was a high wall we had to scale. I leaped up and was in the process of swinging my leg over when the next guy decided to be “helpful” by giving me a boost. I lifted about a foot up and then landed square on my sacred possessions. I swear I heard them crunch.
I fell off the wall, about 8 feet, and just lay there holding myself. I then puked all over my drill sergeant’s boots.
The guy who had pushed me avoided me for about a week, afraid that I’d return the favor.
Been hit in the nuts a few times; never puked. There were times when it might have come as a relief, though…
resolves to remain intact :eek:
Stopped one while keeping wicket without a box to one of our faster bowlers. Much writhing around on the ground gasping for breath, but no regurgitation.
That happened to by step BIL. The doc thought he got both sides, and now they have four kids.
Next week, on “Mythbusters” …
Now everyone knows your user name, T-Bag.
One the ladies’ side: I once slipped on the ice and landed on my tailbone with my legs in a perfect split. I broke my tailbone and the rebound made me hit my crotch on the ice. I don’t even have the male equipment, but I did puke.
While playing a particularly savage game of croquet, I took a shot to the pills from a croquet ball that had been fired directly at me by a disgruntled opponent (we were kids at the time). The initial pain just made me grab my balls and gasp. It wasn’t until I dropped suddenly to my knees, thereby joggling the freshly injured oysters, that I blew chunks, which I then fell into when I put my hand down to steady myself and it slipped in the puke. All in all, a very memorable event.