What's wild is, back when i was a kid and contracted whooping cough (pertussis) i somehow developed an ability to interrupt abdominal contractions--which enabled me to force my body to stop coughing so I could breathe ... and this enabled me to halt the vomit until I had a bucket in front of me. So it TRIED to come out every direction, but I was miraculously fortunate enough to have some influence on the sequence.

Luckily i also had wastebaskets of a solid material composition that could act as buckets without leaking within arms reach and also had managed to dilute the acidity before it started coming up x.x;

I proceeded to purposefully gulp down water to help flush the pipes out. I think it actually worked because although the experience is thoroughly unpleasant by its very nature, at the very least it seemed the usual peaks of discomfort were significantly blunted.