On returning home from work, Natasha didn't feel very well. Without changing her clothes or eating, she laid down on the couch, asking me a glass of water. A few minutes later, she whispered: "Brings a bowl, I think I'll puke right now!" I ran to the kitchen and took the bowl. Hurriedly, Natasha, still lying down, bowed, belched violently three times and three times brought out of her mouth and her nose with pressure jets of yellowish vomit.