I have no idea what happened when I was down under in the land of anesthesia during my gallbladder surgery....but something of mystical proportions went down.  Because ever since then, my gag reflex has taken on a life of its very own.  I'll try to explain.  It's like a dry heave.  And loud.  It's real loud.  Like "RWUH"...in a dog's voice.  No puke...just gagging.

Last week the cat puked on the floor.  When I went to clean it up, I started with the gagging and didn't stop until I'd thrown the mess outside.  The whole time this is happening, my kid is sitting on the sofa shaking her head, no doubt assuming she's adopted.  Okay, so I just gagged because I had to type about the cat....nevermind.  I'm going to throw up on myself if keep talking about this.
What has me concerned is this:  I'm gagging over stupid stuff.  If a foot up and waves at me....gag.  If I see an ugly stick...gag.  Last night Husband felt the need to explain the ins and outs of a prostate exam and I nearly puked in his face.  He's a sick, sick little man who was intentionally trying to see how far he could go before I yakked all over myself.  Like I said...sick.
So.  If any of my readers have a medical or non-medical opinion on this matter, shoot.  Maybe some of you have an aunt or grandma with this condition.  I'm hoping I can find a cure with a quickness because Halloween is coming up.  I don't want to open my door, see an ugly kid and puke in his little plastic pumpkin bucket.