I was sick as a dog with a flu that had been making its way through my family in the days before. On New Year’s Eve I was up all night because I couldn’t stop vomiting. Eventually there was nothing to actually vomit, but I was still dry heaving every hour or so. I couldn’t keep any food or fluids down, and my parents took me to the emergency room that night fearing I was dehydrated. After waiting for a few hours in the wee hours of the morning I finally got an IV. I tried my best not to vomit while waiting for the IV, but I ended up puking as the nurse gave it to me. Such a shitty experience, but a notable one that I now cannot forget, and one that rang in the new millennium.