...You’re going to get sick, and curse your own stupidity.
Stomach gurgles ahoy.
ETA: After the 5th projectile vomit session I called my doctor and begged for an anti-emetic, which he would only give me if I came in in person. I scraped my energy together, drove the 11+ miles to the doc, and was granted sweet relief, although the drive back home was honestly touch-and-go. Ondansetron is a fucking modern miracle.