I'd be a crying, panicky, uncontrollable wreck. If someone were present (which I'd hope in such a situation) I'd probably squeeze their hand until I broke their bones, in the way a woman in labour would, because that's the equivalent pain of it. After the event, I would no doubt be in shock, speechless and probably in a weird state of relief, because the one thing I remember from last v*ing, back in 1994, was the sheer relief afterwards. But then the fear would creep in again "will I be sick in half an hour? Will it come back?" The utter worst bit.

I never thought a scenario would pop up where I would trade v*ing in for anything, considering it's THE worst fear I have. But, right now, I would happily v* if it meant my father could recover from his illness. He's dying from lung cancer and as I'm currently far from home, I've been blocking it out, but when I see him the weekend I will be in shock. And I would willingly trade a whole host of emet misery for him to have his pain disappear.