I have to confess here that my stomach is not the sturdiest one. I don’t know what exactly triggers it, but mostly I’m fine, and sometimes I just get totally motion sick. Only threw up once in a airplane though and that was almost 20 years ago (damn, am I really that old?) when my brother took me on a ride with a motor glider, shortly after he had made his pilot license. Fortunately he was already smart enough to bring a plastic bag!
But my very worst kind of experience of motion sickness was a few years back, when my wife and I went diving in Thailand. They took us an hour off shore with a speedboat. While still on the boat, our instructor gave us a quick refresher course. I could already notice the sickness coming on and was eager to get into the water. During the dive, everything was fine. But after we surfaced, I got terribly sick. And I knew I had about 2-3 hours of lunch break, another dive and then an hour trip back home ahead of me. I will spare you the details, but I was sick the entire time… I really atoned for my sins that day and kissed the ground when we made it back!
Okay, enough puke stories for the day! You can share yours below, if you want to! 
Funny you mention that, I’ve never thrown up in an airplane, but the closest I ever came was after about an hour of orbits in a thermal, kicking on the engine, and leveling out to head back across the San Gabriels back to the L.A. basin. Ten minutes later, rolling around in ridge lift as we bumped our way across the mountains, the exhaust leak into the cabin was too much and I had a very hard time holding it together. Proud to say though, that I landed the plane on my own (student pilot) and didn’t puke once I made it back to the pilot’s lounge. I totally feel your pain.
When I was working as a mechanic I always made the pilots clean up any puke. I told them their flying made the passenger sick, so they had to clean up.
Never actually puked, but during instruction I had some problems in the first times I performed steep turns (60º)…
I even had to end a lesson early because if I didn’t I’d end up scrubbing the floor of the airplane – our mechanic didn’t clean puke from airplenas either!
Nearly puked a few times while on the Zeebrugge/Dover ferry while coming back from visiting friends stationed in Germany while serving with the R.A.F in 1988. Never seen the English Channel that rough before.
You guys and girls should also learn to horse ride, and if you feel like disposing of your last meal, all you have to do is turn your head, lean in the direction of the turn, puke, then my friendly cousin will either walk, trot or if you need a quick getter way, canter away from the evidence. Problem solved, and mother nature will in time clean up your mess! It’s all a matter if horse sense.
Well… you can kind of do the same thing in a 150. Though you might have to hose it down when you land.
And in the words of Dirty Harry: “”Ah – now don’t do that son. I mean all those people down there looking up. “
August 2005, Roanne, France
A month ago, I had a migrain with aura. Symptoms besides the horrible headache at the rear of my head : troubled vision in one quadrant of my field of vision, inability to say the proper syllables when I talk. To rule out all options that could create such symptoms (stroke, miningitis), the ER guys give me a scanner and a lumbar puncture.
Because of that lumbar puncture, for 3 weeks I haven’t been able to stay straight (standing or sitting) for more than 20 minutes before feeling my brain is being pulled on.
Luckily, a week ago, my family doctor who just came back from holidays prescribed something that cured that.
Today is my cousin’s wedding.
But before that, I have a glider licence flight test. Priorities!
The examiner asks me to go steeper, slower, as I spiral the Twin Astir upwards in some decent lift over the local hills, finding better lift here and there, for about an hour. A few stall departures at 2Gs in the spiral, well managed, all is well.
“Good! let’s fly towards the airport!” A couple of gliders are just about to be towed, I have altitude to spare and offer to search for lift close to the airport before they take off.
After two minutes of straight and level, I feel really unwell, give control to Kikounet, my lunch makes its way back, I throw the plastic bag through the tiny opening before my pilot pukes too, take control back.
Feeling much better now, I find and center some lift close to the airport, call the other guys up, and once the first has arrive, go and land uneventfully. I am now a licenced glider pilot!
Should have stayed longer with my friends in the updraft. Wedding was lengthy.