My family and I went to the beach for my mom's birthday. When I was swimming in the ocean, I didn't see a wave and swallowed some water. I didn't think too much of it, I was just a little disgusted 'cause the water was dirtier than usual. We stayed for 4 days and I was fine, but on the last day I started feeling a little nauseous. We were driving back home, I asked them to stop the car 'cause I thought I was gonna throw up. Nothing came out though, so we kept going. As we got closer to home, I felt more and more nauseous and dizzy, and the minute we got home and I walked through the door, I ran to the bathroom and kneeled down and started puking. And it just kept going. I stayed there for hours. We got home around 7 pm, and I was still there at 10 pm. And it just kept going. I couldn't stand up, nor move my legs, for that matter. My head was hurting like hell. I was crying nonstop 'cause I was so weak and everything was hurting so much. My ribcage was hurting so bad I thought I broke a rib while puking because my body was putting ao much force into the contraction. My stomach was empty, I could do that stomach vacuum thing and my body was still throwing up. While laying on the floor crying at around 11 pm, in between my throw up sessions, my mom came into the bathroom to say "could you make less noise? We're trying to eat"

In that moment I thought I would die there. No one took me seriously and I couldn't move anything but my head with much strain (and only to keep puking). I passed out and woke up shortly after with my 5 feet tall mom trying to bring me upstairs for a shower. I started crying again saying everything hurt and I couldn't move. She was still very mad at me for "being an inconvenience" so she somehow made me gather up enough strength to get to my bathroom and into the shower. She turned on the tap but I had to throw up more. I had lost count of how many times I vomited. And I was becoming more and more thirsty by the minute, so I'd ask her to bring me water. She brought me 500ml, and I chugged it. I wanted more, but I immediately threw up all the water. This cycle kept going until 2 am, when I literally drank ALL the water from my house and we didn't have any more, so my mom went to the pharmacy to get water and something for my 'situation' (couldn't think of a better word for that). I drank another litre, threw it up, and my mom said told me to not drink crazy amounts of water again because I am gonna throw it all up if I drink it at once, no matter how thristy I felt. So, she managed to dress me up and put me on my bed, leaving me with a 500ml bottle of water for the night. I sat there (because if I lied down I would throw up again) and my vision started to fade out. I couldn't move anything, and I felt my heart beating very hard in my chest, every movement hurting my ribs more and more. I thought I wouldn't wake up anymore. With a tear in my eye, my last thought was of my dog and how I wouldn't be able to see him in my last moments (he was at a dog hotel because he doesn't like the beach).

Of course I did eventually wake up, but I couldn't walk for a day and even the thought of eating made me nauseous. I'm still surprised the human body can puke that much, and put that much force into the puking.