Beverley
Hi everyone! Thanks for your interesting stories. I look like the girl using the yellow bucket in the Vomiting FAQ, but it isn't me! I never did it in a yellow bucket but I did it for the first time in 2 years on Memorial Weekend. I thought 2 years was a long time until I read the FAQ where it says some people go 20 years! Wow! Anyway I woke up on Monday feeling kind of unwell. Not real sick or anything, just blah like I didn't want to do anything. I went over to my friend's house but all I could do was sit. I didn't want to move but my stomach wasn't really bothering me so I thought I was OK. About noon I told my friend I wanted to go home and lay down and anyway she wasn't having any fun. On the way I stopped at Dairy Queen because I wanted something to drink. I got a large slush (32 ox) and drank most of it on the way home. When I got to my parking lot, I just sat there for about 3 minutes because I still didn't feel like moving. Then I went to bed and wante!
d to take a nap hoping I'd feel better when I woke up. I drank the rest of the slush. Then I did something in bed to help me sleep. When I woke up, I wasn't feeling better and the 32 oz of slush was still in my stomach! It was bloated and I could actually slosh it around!!! Then I knew I wasn't well and took my temperature. I was over 101. It was only then that I realized I was going to have to throw up. I almost cried a little because I hate throwing up and it had been a good 2 years since I had to. I sat on the bed awhile hoping the feeling would go away. I took my temperature again and it was still high. I could feel my stomach not moving and it was an awful feeling. I went in the bathroom just to sit. After the longest time, I still wasn't feeling any better and on an impulse I decided to give up. I leaned over the sink and tried to burp. I breathed really hard. Then my mouth filled with spit and I kind of drooled it out. I breathed hard again but it wasn!
't my doing. I retched three times and then vomited. I threw up and covered the bottom of the sink with bright green lemon-lime slush. Then more came up only it wasn't as liquidy. Then another batch came up and it was barely green. I tried to catch my breath when I threw up again. Then there was only one more batch and I was done. The first thing I thought afterward was that I was glad I didn't get anything with ice cream at the Dairy Queen because it would have tasted just awful! I think I could have staved off vomiting if I had tried but I was just tired of feeling that way and brought it on impulsively. I'm mostly glad I did. Hope this story isn't too long.
Wednesday, June 05, 2002
Meghan
Hey everyone!!! I'm new here and i have a story about myself actually I have a few but I'll post them one at a time. (i'll try to be as discriptive as i can)I have a pretty weak stomach and it gets upset sometimes whenever i eat greasy, oily, or spicey foods like mexican or Thai food which is what my story is about. I also get motion sickness but i'll get to that later. Anyway I'm a college student and I have a boyfriend who loves spicey foods ufortunatly for me. we've only been dating for about 2 months and we're taking things slow so he doesnt know about my ???? troubles yet. About a week ago we went out on a double date with my roomate Alisa and her boyfriend to a Thai resturant. I had never had never eaten thai before but it was delicious and i ate a lot of it. After that I felt fine when we went to the movies and even a little hungy so i had some Skittles and coke I knew that that wasnt a good idea with my stomach and all but i really didnt feel sick. Anyway the guys
dropped me and alisa off at about 10 . We watched t.v for a little while when my belly started to feel kinda unsettled not really sick like i was gonna throw up just unsettled. I went into the bathroom took some pepto bismol and went to bed. At around 2am i woke up and i felt just awful. I knew i was gonna throw up soon so I went into the bathroom and I leaned over the toilet my stomach killing me. I let out a few really loud bull frog like beltches and gagged but nothing came up. For the next 5 or 10 minutes i heaved, i gagged,i beltched, i burpped and absolutly nothing came up even though my stomach was compleatly full. All this raucus woke up alisa she knocked on the bathroom door and asked if i was okay i told her that i needed her help and she came in and held my long hair back or me me and rubbed my back while i gagged and heaved and spit in different colors. The toilet water was all murkey just from the spit. Then i asked alisa if she would push on my stomach for me s
o i could throw up since sticking my fingers down my throat doesnt really work. She pushed on it and finally i gagged and a mouthful of probably the grosses puke ever came out out it was just a little bit but it was warm it was pink mostly a brownish pink with traces of different colored chunks of undigested thai and skittles in it. It tasted as bad as it looked. I heaved and gagged again and more came out with such a force my face almost went into the toilet. It got thinner and thinner untill it was just a yellowish thick liquid. I must have thrown up for a half hour and when i was finished i was exhausted. my face my shirt everything had puke on it. Alisa cleaned up the bathroom for me and helped me back to bed and put a trashcan next to the bed. I threw up 2 more times that night but it was just water and yellow liquid. the next day my stomach was upset most of the day and when i tried to eat soup it came back up. Anyway whenever anyone suggests thai i say no now haha. w
ell im sorry it was such a long post i'll try and post some more stories soon.
Meghan
Wendie
Hi Lesley! Your story reminded me of a couple of awful amusement park experiences I've had. Both times I needed to puke after a bad ride but just couldn't. Once my friend April and I rode a flume ride at a park. You're probably thinking a flume ride wouldn't make somebody sick but for some reason both April and me got sick on the flume ride. Afterward we felt completely nauseated and we went to the bathroom to barf. April did, but I just couldn't. I went around the park feeling just awful and finally I went to the first aid station.
The nurse said they couldn't give me anything to make me throw up but she suggested I watch someone else throw up and it would be easier for me. A few minutes a girl came in feeling sick and the nurse asked her if I could be with her when she did it but she said no way. Pretty soon another girl Mandy from my class came in but I didn't know her too well. I told her about my situation and she said OK.
So we both went into this little bathroom. It was a one-person lavatory and not just a stall. Mandy was all ready to puke so we both knelt down beside the toilet. It didn't take her more than a minute before she was throwing up. At first just a little bit came up and it didn't affect me. Then she let loose with an enormous burst of vomit and it just stunk like nothing I've ever smelled. It was the smell that did it for me! Even before Mandy was finished, I was vomiting harder than she was. Then Mandy stopped and then puked again after a minute. I've never felt such relief in my life as when I was finished puking that day! It was just the greatest feeling!
Mandy said she vomited the second time because of seeing and smelling my vomit. I thanked her because otherwise I wouldn't have done it and felt awful the rest of the day. I went on more rides afterward but didn't get sick again. I'll tell about the other time later.
Oh, Lesley, thanks also for telling about the pics in the frequently asked questions about vomiting page. They're really crazy!
Sunday, June 02, 2002
Liz
I went to see Rammstein at the London Arena on May 16th, and like the good fan I am, I was right in the middle in the front row. I survived the first two bands, but once Rammstein came on, I was crushed to hell. I couldn't even breathe. I got caught up in the mosh, and all of a sudden I started feeling really sick. I figured if I threw up on the people around me, they would probably kill me, so I got myself to the front again and got hauled out by security. So now I am standing right in front of the band. And what happens? I puke. Violently. And of course, the guitarist looks down and sees me. At least I can honestly say that I know what real humiliation is...
Tuesday, May 28, 2002
Hi, Hannah,
I find that the main difference between stomach flu and motion sickness is that, with a virus, the vomiting usually happens repeatedly and brings only temporary relief of the accompanying nausea. With motion sickness, throwing up (for me, at least) usually ends the discomfort.
Norm
Hey Lesley,
Cool puke story at the fair. What color was your yak and was there a huge load on the ground when you finished?.
Mr. Sick
Hi Everyone. Well, it happened again! For those of you who are new to this place or have maybe forgot, I work as a custodian at a college (3rd shift - YUCK!). Anyway, I was at work last night and walked into the womens restroom to clean and when I opened the last stall ... surprise, surprise SURPRISE,..... there was puke all over the toilet and the floor! Now, I've gotta admit I was really shocked because the school is on spring break, and there are hardly any students around, and of course all of the classes and computer rooms are closed. But there it was in living color (and smell)! It was thick, brown with huge white chunks in it. I have no idea what it used to be! All I do know is that it smelled really sour and that I had to be the one to clean it up! arrrggg! It must have been a real viloent vomiting episode because there was a lagre amont of splattered puke (dried) on the bottom of the toilet seat! It took a while to clean up. Heres hopeing that the rest of spring bre!
ak is uneventful. There weren't any students around so I am guessing it was a professor who had a digestive detour, or maybe some other facualty member of the school. Who really knows?
By the way, I have heared a lot of people here mention the Vomiting FAQ. I can't find it. Where is it, and how do I access it??? Please help.
Take care everyone,
Mr.Sick
Patti
Mr. Sick, go to and enter . The first selection that comes up when I do that is "Frequently asked questions about vomiting". Click on that and you're there. It's all you want to know about puking and more!
I have a question, Mr. Sick: How do you do it? How do you dig in and clean up a huge, stinky pond of puke? I'm speaking both technically (what things do you do to clean it up?) and mentally (how do you face it without gagging and heaving yourself?). Last winter my husband got the flu at 3 am, and couldn't quite make it to the toilet. He had an "accident" on the bathroom floor, and I had to clean it up. What happened? I puked my own guts up!! My poor sick hubby wound up cleaning up both of our messes!! If I get sick cleaning up the mess of somebody I love, I can't imagine facing anonymous puke! ;-)
Thanks for the info and keep that mop handy!
Patti
Saturday, May 25, 2002
Mr. Sick
Hi Everyone. Well, it happened again! For those of you who are new to this place or have maybe forgot, I work as a custodian at a college (3rd shift - YUCK!). Anyway, I was at work last night and walked into the womens restroom to clean and when I opened the last stall ... surprise, surprise SURPRISE,..... there was puke all over the toilet and the floor! Now, I've gotta admit I was really shocked because the school is on spring break, and there are hardly any students around, and of course all of the classes and computer rooms are closed. But there it was in living color (and smell)! It was thick, brown with huge white chunks in it. I have no idea what it used to be! All I do know is that it smelled really sour and that I had to be the one to clean it up! arrrggg! It must have been a real viloent vomiting episode because there was a lagre amont of splattered puke (dried) on the bottom of the toilet seat! It took a while to clean up. Heres hopeing that the rest of spring bre!
ak is uneventful. There weren't any students around so I am guessing it was a professor who had a digestive detour, or maybe some other facualty member of the school. Who really knows?
By the way, I have heared a lot of people here mention the Vomiting FAQ. I can't find it. Where is it, and how do I access it??? Please help.
Take care everyone,
Mr.Sick
Hey Lesley,
Cool puke story at the fair. What color was your yak and was there a huge load on the ground when you finished?.
Hi, Hannah,
I find that the main difference between stomach flu and motion sickness is that, with a virus, the vomiting usually happens repeatedly and brings only temporary relief of the accompanying nausea. With motion sickness, throwing up (for me, at least) usually ends the discomfort.
Norm
Thursday, May 23, 2002
Destiny!!
Hey everyone! I'm back!!
Guess what? I'm pregnant again!! I dont know if I can handle 3 kids, but I know Derek will help me. Well, I am 2 months pregnant, and my morning sickness is really getting bad. I wake up at like 10 every morning, run to the bathroom and throw up (usually clear or brown). Then I vomit again like an hour later, and on and off through out the day. The worst episode yet was last Thursday. I woke up with my stomach churning, and I ran to the bathroom. I didn't make it to the toilet, my stomach gave in on the side of the bathtub and the floor. Apparently my ???? wasn't done as I was leaving, and I made a mad dash for the garbage can and threw up into that. My insides settled down after that, and I had a bit of toast, which almost imm
i cant write anymore..... Ugh my stomach is going to come up again, ill finish tomorrow
Lesley
I have an awful vomit story. Once I was on the midway at the county fair with a couple of friends. There were not many people on the midway, so they were giving some reeeallly long rides. At first we thought it was a blast. Then we went on this ride called the Round Up in which you stand up and go around and around like you're in spin cycle. Then the thing goes up in the air like a giant hula hoop on an elephant's trunk. Usually the ride lasts about three minutes and it's fun. This night the ride lasted at least 10 minutes!
I made it through the ride OK but as soon as I started walking, I felt really, REALLY dizzy. I was so disoriented I walked away from my friends and knelt on the grass a few yards from the ride. A guy who had been watching the ride came up to me and said what a great ride it was. I told him I thought it was too, but now I'm gonna puke. He asked if I felt better sitting still. I was a little but my stomach was really churning. I took a couple of deep breaths trying to relax but instead they made me throw up. The second breath turned into a rather violent retch, then my whole body lurched and I retched again. The guy got out of the way and held my hair back. I thought I was going to die. The next retch really hurt, and then I vomited. I spewed three or four times and then gagged. Then I remembered my friends and saw they were watching from a few feet away. I was so embarassed, I wanted to die for real!
The guy offered me a piece of strawberry gum. I didn't tell him, but it tasted really awful on top of the puke in my mouth. I thanked him and then waddled away. I couldn't bear to look him in the face, which was too bad, because he was cute!
The good part was that I didn't feel dizzy or nauseated anymore after I barfed. I didn't go on any more rides that night.
P.S. Thanks for tipping me off to the Vomiting FAQ! How come nobody mentioned the pictures of people vomiting in it?
Monday, May 20, 2002
dad
My wife vomits two or three times a year for no obvious reason. She feels nauseous for a while then has a single session of throwing up, consisting of about three individual vomits, typically of creamy consistancy, showing individual bits of multi-colored undigested food. Afterward she feels fine. Anyone able to suggest why? We've ruled out food poisoning or allergy, and the "stomach flu" seems unlikely.
Last week we were on a trip and she felt sick for several hours. She spent about the last fifty miles with an airline barf bag opened in her lap, but she didn't have to use it. We got to the motel and about ten seconds after unlocking the door she made a fast grab for the ice bucket and vomited copiously into it. Then she felt much better and was feeling fine ten minutes later with no repeat of either nausea or vomiting. (incidentally, that's the second or third time she'd thrown up into a motel ice bucket... Perhaps that's a warning never to use the ice bucket if it doesn't have a plastic bag to line it.)
hannah
hey i was wondering cause my sister and bff get carsick... well this might sounds stupid but do you feel different when u throw up from being carsick/seasick whatever or then when u have the flu?
Friday, May 17, 2002
Andrea
I also read something in the Vomiting FAQ that I think was based on my life. Once I was on an airplane and I started feeling airsick. Then I knew I was going to barf. I got up and since I was sitting by the window it took a minute that I didn't have to get to the aisle. Then I made my way up the aisle and I had to wait to move past some people. When I got to the lavatories, they were both in use. Horrors! But I couldn't wait. So I puked right there, in front of the whole plane. When I finished, I saw people craning their heads to see. It was so embarassing! Pretty soon I had to do it again, but I stated in my seat and used the bag, just like the Vomiting FAQ says to do. Only the person next to me saw and it was still kinda embarassing but better than in front of the whole cabin.
Lisa
I stared feeling sick right after my husband and I put the kids to bed. Nausea mixed with crampy upper belly pain slowly built and my mexican dinner of chips salsa and chicken enchilada began rolling and churning. Ginger ale only made it worse. Right after we went to bed, my mouth begen to water and I told my husband that I was going to throw up. I went into the bathroom, knelt by the toilet and began to spit. My husband got a cool wash cloth and held my forehead with it with his left hand and pulled by hair back with is right hand. I retched and nothing came. I retched again and brought up a few mouthfuls of yellow chunks. I retched again and this time threw up a fountain of chunks into the toilet. After dry heaving I threw up two more fountains of chunks. I went back to bed, but half an hour later I went back and knelt by the toilet. My husband was such a sweetie, staying with my all night while I puked my guts out. I heaved twice and then vomited a mouthful of chunks.I d
ry heaved again and the threw up three more volleys, and then dry heaved three more times. Thirty minutes later I was at it again. I didn't think that I could possibly have anything left to throw up but I was wrong. I brought up four more mouthful-sized volleys, but had to violently heave three times before doing so. Forty-five minutes later I was doing it again, retching three times before each of three mothful-sized volleys. The good news was that I didn't throw up any more. How ever I did have diarrhea five times at hourly intervals.
Peace
Hey everyone! My name is Peace, and I am 18 years old. I had the most embarrassing vomit scene ever yesterday...
I woke up at 5 in the morning with stomach cramps. I had my period, so I thought it was that. I went to the washroom and took some Midol, then went back to sleep. I woke up again at 8 and ate some cereal and went to school. The bus ride was very bumpy and I was starting to feel the cereal. Fortunately I made it through the day and felt a little better. I went to my friend Jorjina's house after school and we took off to the mall. I went into the Body Shop, then the cramps came back and the smell of fruit nauseated me. I felt pretty sick and as we walked to HMV my lunch (of mac+cheese and fries with grape juice) started to churn around. I hiccupped, and two sharp breaths made my stomach release itself into my throat. I told Jorjina I thought I was going to puke. I walked about a tenth of the way to the bathroom, and accidentally into a crowded makeup exhibition. I coughed wetly, much to my surprise, and withing seconds all eyes were on me. I didn't quite have time to think!
about it, as my lunch was crawling up and out of my mouth. Before I knew it, I was standing behind a large puddle of thick brown and tan, chunky vomit, and my stomach wasn't done. Yet, as much as I wanted to get it all out, it wouldn't come, which was embarrassing because all these people (a lot from my school, including my guy friend Dan) were looking at me, and some were leaving. One girl ran to the bathroom and I could hear her retching outside the exhibit. After three minutes of retching with no avail, I took in two sharp breaths as I had before and thinner vomit poured out onto the fancy blue carpet. I kept heaving and heaving, and then Dan came over and rubbed my back. After I was done, there was a young woman (21?) throwing up into a trash can and about a dozen others running out of the room.
I hooked up with Dan, though, so that's good. I was puking all morning but I'm better now, and Dan's coming over, so
BUHBYE
Sunday, May 12, 2002
Dhanishtha
Thanx Mike the ER man...I haven't met anyone else with this unique name...I live in Nashville and people are not accustomed to names like mine (well, anybody outside of India really isn't that accustomed to it!)
Anyway, I like the medical point of view you offer...I had to go to the ER 2 months ago for severe heartburn, and the whole time, I was afraid I'd see someone ralph. I tried to stay as far away from everybody so I wouldn't be near anybody should they happen to kiss the porcelain god.
Well, my 15 year ralph-free streak ended with a bang (or rather, a fart and a retch?) on 26 December. My fiancee and I had dinner at my parent's house on Christmas Day, and I knew I shouldn't have insisted that my darling David come over even though he wasn't feeling well. All through dinner, he sat at the table silent, picking at his turkey and stuffing, his face pale and drawn. I asked him if he wanted to go for a ride with the rest of us after dinner to see the Christmas lights around the neighbourhood, bit he politely declined, saying, "he didn't want to be stuck in the back seat of my dad's newly redone Caddy, feeling sick"
This was a wise choice, as he went home and I went on the ride with my folks.
The next morning at about 2am, I woke up with awful gas pains. Since I am lactose intolerant, I attributed the pain to eating too much ice cream on my pumpkin pie the night before. I took some Phazyme tablets and went back to bed.
Luckily, the place where I work was on holiday shutdown, and working that Friday was optional, so I decided that if I didn't feel better, I could call in (for the first time in 3 years!) if I didn't get better. Unfortunately, I didn't get better-at 4am, my stomach was turning and there was a peculiar ache at the top of my stomach that I hadn't felt in 15 years. Uh oh, I though to myself. This was it! My ralph free days are over!
I went into the bathroom and stayed on the throne for about an hour-I had the worst case of the "mudds" I can ever recall. The pain in my midsection was so severe I almost moaned. Prior to going into the bathroom, I got one of those pink basins they give you in the hospital-I'm sure Mike knows what I'm talking about-not the kidney-shaped thing you ralph in, but that big, square pink plastic basin (my mom used them to soak her feet in)-and I held it under my chin just in case. I never knew (or recalled) what retching was until now-I started making these awful "strangled cough" noises-my whole body was lurching upward with each retch-the first few times, I brought up some thin brown liquid-barely a mouthful, which was sickly sweet tasting (sweet potato pie and stuffing) and had the sot rank, disgusting funk you'd ever smell. It was so bad, it's indescribable.
Anyway, I got off the toilet, flushed, rinsed out the ralph basin and went back to bed, clutching the trusty basin close to me.
Not 5 minutes later, my stomach revolted-Christmas Day dinner forced its way out of my belly violently, and I had just enough time to put the precious little basin under my chin. I retched thrice-and immediately went and dumped the awful contents into the toilet bowl, since I didn't want my newly decorated peach apartment to smell like barf!
Luckily, I only ralphed once-but I had the mudds for 5 days afterwards. I couldn't eat anything more substantial than bread and water for 5 days.
I did learn something from this-never kiss your fiance when he's not feeling well! The odd thing is, he didn't throw up at all-and I did. I usually never get sick, but why did I this time?
Well, I guess I'd better get used to it-I got pregnat a few months afterwards, and started to have nausea from morning sickness. Unfortunately, I had a miscarriage-but now I know that I will be using the pink basin a lot more in the future!
Sorry this has been so long, but I hope you liked it. I still have a question for you folks...has anybody ever been sick on a city bus? I ride every day, and luckily I've only seen that happen once (in 12 years of riding) and I'm curious what you did when it happened. I always tell my brother when I see him (who also rides) "Check your seat before you sit down!" I'll tell you why in a later post.
Peace
Todd
Hey Nancy! That was quite a story! I also learned a lot reading the Vomiting FAQ!
I've got a story. I was on a ferry this one time in what I thought were not so bad waters. It was kind of wet, but compared to some of the rides I've taken, this one was downright nice. I don't mind walking on deck when it's wet. You don't get much wetter than if it were raining a little. Anyway, I was walking around, when I come across this young woman (about 28 I guess) who's just standing there in a particularly wet spot. I suggested that the leeward side of the boat would be better for standing. She said "I'm really sick right now."
I said that's even more reason to stay off the windward side. I said she'd feel better over there if she moved closer to the middle of the boat. So we went over there (crossing the cabin) and she was amazed how much drier it was (what a landlubber). We talked for a few minutes, but she said she wasn't feeling any better. Suddenly she got really pale and said "Oh God!" and I knew what was going to happen. I told her to give me her glasses and I stuck them in my shirt pocket. Then I held back her long blond hair as she leaned over the railing. She didn't vomit. I asked if the feeling had passed. Then she gagged loudly and puked just a little over the side. Before she could catch her breath, she brought up another load, this time a lot. It hit the windows of the deck below us, which I think was the main lounge.
She breathed rather hard for a few seconds, then gagged again. "Bluuurp!" went another load of vomit over the side. Then "Hraaack!" and "Bluuuurp!" twice more. After that she wiped her mouth on her windbreaker sleeve and asked for her glasses back. Then she went to the bathroom.
I waited near the bathroom door. She wasn't in there for very long, and I asked if she felt better. The crazy thing was, she was downright giddy, laughing and smiling and talking about how good it felt to puke it all up. She thanked me for being there, and we sat at a table and talked for a bit. I found out her name was Lisa and she worked in a bank. When people from her group came by, she told them all excitedly what had happened. One of them was kind of seasick too, and she made a quick exit to the rest room after hearing Lisa's story.
Mr. Sick
Hey everyone,
I had something intresting happen to me yesterday. Its not really a big deal, but I though that I would post it here anyway. Last night (around 6:30 or 7:00 pm) I ate two huge sloppy Joe sandwitchs. By the time I had gotten to work I had the wose case of heartburn that I can remember haveing in a very looooog time. It got so bad that I had trouble breathing! Well, by 11:30 pm. I was in some real pain. I was bending over to chage a trash liner and I felt the acid from my stoncah rushing up. I just remained in the bent over possition and I burped and as soon as I did that this huge volly of pure stomach acid poured out of my mouth and into the trachcan below! I'm telling you, I have puke many times before, but that had to be on of the NASTIEST tasteing puke I have ever experanced! It also hurt because it burned all the way up and some ever came out of my nose! Needless to say my nostrails were burning for a few minuest and I could smell that nasty puke odder for hours. I w!
ill say this though, after I puked my stomach felt MUCH better!
To the person who is concidering becomeing a custodian, if you turely a puke enthusiest, it really is a good job to have to encounter it. Especally in the beginning of the spring and the beginning of the fall when the flu season hits. I work 3rd shift right now, but I used to work 2nd (at the same place I'm at now). When I worked second I was there while the students were there and believe me, I had to clean up puke twice as much then as I do now. Basicly, that is because as soon as a studiend would vomit, someone would usually report it and I would then get called on my walkie-taklie radio to go and clean it up. Now, I only run into it once in a great while. I would imagine that the only reason I do is because someone pukes but never reports it. Otherwise, the 2nd shift custodian would have gotten it. One side note: as gross as this is I just gotta say it, when I was working 2nd shift the puke messes were much- uh- fresher! (????! LOL)! also, if you really want to be !
arond puke, you may want to concider the medical feild. Right Mike? LOL.
Take care everyone,
Mr.Sick
Sunday, April 28, 2002