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Accident Girl
Ok today i was sick, but I got up and went to school anyway, cause I had some test. As soon as i got to school i felt worse and worse as i walked down the hall. I began to feel incredibly sick in first hour until I knew that I couldn't hold it in any longer. i asked my teacher(a substitute) if i could go to the bathroom and she said no. SO i went back to my set for about 30 sec and i could just feel my dinner from last night coming up in my mouth. It got to my mouth but I swallowed it back down, making me feel even worse. Now people were starting to notice how bad i looked and started yelling at the teacher to let me go to the bathroom. This ofcourse made the teacher get more insistent on not letting me go. So i decided to just get up and go rather than sit there and puke on myself. My teacher got up and ran in front of the door to block me from going. As I got up to leave i was swallowing my second upheval, I knew that the next time i had an upheavla it was all comi! ng out. ! I got to the door and started trying to fight the teacher to let me out, and she touched my stomach, just a little touch and i couldn't hold it in any longer. I threw up this brownish green foul smelling, steaming, seething mass of chunky vomit all over her. i didn't get any on myself. Instead of getting out of the way she continued to keep me from getting out and I continued to retch all over her three times in a row the second and third batch wereliquid and chunky... I couldn't help it i was so sick. By the time i was finished I was so weak from vomiting and fever that i collasped on the floor and had to be carried to the nurses office. I lied there for about 10 before I started puking again. once on the floor and three times in the trash. Still chunky. After about 20 minutes though i was stable enough to drive home from school, but I live 45 minutes away. My stomach was majorly upset and I could feel that i had to go poop about 10 minutes into my ride. I hadn't been for alm! ost 4 days so it just started coming. I tried to hold it in while I was looking for a place to pull off on the highway, but the were doing construction an it was down to one lane. there was nowhere to get over. Meanwhile I was also trying to fight off the waves of nausea that were threating to over take me. I finally knew that I had to do one or the other: puke or poop. I had to poop really bad and i could feel it starting to poke its head out threw my hole...further and further and i just let a little out hoping to relieve the pressure. Thankfully only a little poke came out. I felt the puke coming up up up up from my stomach. So I rolled down the window and leaned out to let it rip. I am really short so i had to lean pretty far and as I leaned my jobbied started to go and I couldn't control it. I had on skirt with no underwear and just stockings. It kept coming and coming. and it didn't break off. Finally while this was happening the traffic started to move and open up back ! to three lanes so as soon as it opened up I pulled over to the side and it was just sticking out...not breaking off or anything just standing their. So i was trying to keep off of the seat so i wouldn't make a bigger mess. i climbed out the passnger door and tore my stockings off and let it rip. It took almost 3 minute before the jobbie finished coming out. I picked it up with some tissue i had in my car and stored it in the back to measure later (When i measured it when i got home it was 17 nad 1/2 inches long and 5 inches going across. I have never had anything that big come out of me.) But that was not the end. I got back in the car and started driving again. my stomach started gurgling something fierce. i knew what was coming next. I pulled off at the next exit and found an Arbor drugs. i was going to get some anti diarreal stuff and I knew I had a major load that was not going to wait til i got home. As I was walking from my car to the store I felt my stomach start to hea! ve again. I started running and that made it worse. I started throwing up again and again as i was running through the store and at the same time I lost control of my bowels and brown juice started running down my legs. I finally made it to the bathroom and got cleaned up. No one laughed though because it was obvious how sick i was. I came out and grabbed by medicine and waited in line. In line the nausea hit me again. I ran to a trash can and became violently ill. My body was shaking and jerking as each wave of puke excreeted from my body. I don't remeber what happened next cause I blacked out and woke up in an ambulance. at the hospital they said i had food poisoning and sent me home.. i had to go back with a friend to get my car. Now I am sitting with my trash can in hand getting ready to throw up again bye.

Everybody please reply!!!


Heather
Somebody wrote: >If anybody has an experience to share >about puking your guts out in a parking lot after coming >out of either a nightclub or bar, please tell it. Have any >female readers seen such incidents or have their own to >tell.

That happened to me last friday May 19 2000 in the parking lot of Club Lavela in Panama City, FL, the world's largest nightclub. Well, first of all, I haven't been very happy that week since I'd just broken up with my boyfriend, so my friend Lisa and I decided to go have dinner at the Olive Garden and then go club hopping because she thought it would cheer me up. After dinner we went to the mall for a while, then a few hours later we decided to go to Lavela. Lisa kept trying to get me to open up and talk about the breakup but I didn't really feel like talking about it so she started buying me strawberry daquaris. You've heard "drunk women tell no lies", well, I most certainly started talking TOO MUCH after a few drin! ks. Then she got me to try some of her white russian, I liked it so I got my own; actually two of them. One thing led to another and before long we were ordering pitchers of beer and so we just sat there enjoying the music, bashing males, laughing, and drinking beer. We shot down several guys who tried to hit on us; it seemed fun at the time, but I felt bad later because I don't like hurting anyone's feelings, it's just not my style. I went to the bathroom a lot of times to pee. I was already a slight bit nauseous, and thought of trying to throw up since I was in the bathroom anyway, but I thought I'd be all right after a while so I didn't go for it. I drank some more beer and after a while I started feeling more unwell, a little more on the nauseated side, and I realized all the alcohol was catching up with me so we decided to go back to my place and just watch t.v. and fix something to eat. I was dizzy with a mild headache, and my stomach was beginning to feel really ! queasy. As I was about to get into the car my mouth began to get watery so I told my friend we'd better wait a few minutes and I was right. She asked "what's the matter?" and I told her I was feeling really nauseous so she started to come around the car to me. I told her I was going to vomit. The first wave caught me off guard and I felt my mouth overflow with something warm and I heard something splash in front of my shoes a couple of times, that's when I realized I was puking; it happened just that fast. It looked disgusting. I moved to a clean spot and did it again. Then I remember collapsing to my knees and throwing up uncontrollably and I had to gasp for air. Some came out my nose and the smell of it was sickening. After seeing me vomiting she groaned "Oh god" and ran around to the front of another car and I heard her puke, too, but she hadn't drank nearly as much as I, so she was basically okay, it was like the sudden sight of it was a little too much for her I g! uess. When I was able to make myself stop for a while my friend helped me over to the car and sat me in the passenger seat with my legs outside the car and wiped my shoes and pants with tissues for me as I spat the sickly sweetish, beery, spicy sour bitter taste out of my mouth; the most hideous combination of flavors you can ever imagine coming back up. I didn't continue to vomit, but I still felt awfully sick. People, mostly guys, slowed down to take a look at me as they passed by us. Some laughed and made jokes, somebody called me a "f???in drunk ass ho", someone made a comment about the mess I made and suggesting to his friends that they should "make her lick it up". People can be so cruel sometimes. One older couple strayed behind and tried to help out and they were really nice. The woman felt my forehead for a fever and gave me some chewing gum to help get rid of the taste in my mouth and the man gave me a handkerchief to wipe my mouth with. They were like in thei! r fifties I guess. I was so embarrassed! I'm never going to get drunk again, I swear it! Well, I was still sick, and I did all I could muster to make it back to my apartment without making a mess in my friend's car! The ride nearly upset my stomach again, but we made it, just barely, and pulled up into the parking space in front of my apartment. I felt it coming again and I couldn't even speak so I just sat there shaking and clamping my hands over my mouth. She raced around and opened my door and swung my legs around outside the car, then I went "Huuuuuuuuuurrrrrrp(3)", I deposited about three hulking splashes of what I had in my stomach right between her feet! I was semi better after that so I handed her my keys and she opened my door, I pleaded with her to "get me to the bathroom quick", and she walked me into my bathroom and stayed with me for a little while holding a washcloth on my forehead and helping me out of my clothes and into a nightshirt. I remember each ti! me I would throw up she'd say "Ewww!". After a while she called her boyfriend over; I gave them permission to sleep in my bedroom so I'd have some company because I'm scared to be alone when I'm sick. I spent the next few hours redecorating my bathroom and she'd come in from time to time and wipe up the places where I'd missed the toilet. When the dry heaves started she left me by myslelf. I passed out sometime during the night and woke up on the bathroom floor next morning with a splitting migraine. I took a shower and slept all day. What a crappy weekend.


Jessica,

Your story was great, and i really appreciated it. I,m Dean, and i asked about coughing that makes you puke cause i think it's really interesting. Did you ever hurl from drinking too much and did it ever happen in a parking lot?.


Heather
Somebody wrote: >If anybody has an experience to share >about puking your guts out in a parking lot after coming >out of either a nightclub or bar, please tell it. Have any >female readers seen such incidents or have their own to >tell.

That happened to me last friday May 19 2000 in the parking lot of Club Lavela in Panama City, FL, the world's largest nightclub. Well, first of all, I haven't been very happy that week since I'd just broken up with my boyfriend, so my friend Lisa and I decided to go have dinner at the Olive Garden and then go club hopping because she thought it would cheer me up. After dinner we went to the mall for a while, then a few hours later we decided to go to Lavela. Lisa kept trying to get me to open up and talk about the breakup but I didn't really feel like talking about it so she started buying me strawberry daquaris. You've heard "drunk women tell no lies", well, I most certainly started talking TOO MUCH after a few drin! ks. Then she got me to try some of her white russian, I liked it so I got my own; actually two of them. One thing led to another and before long we were ordering pitchers of beer and so we just sat there enjoying the music, bashing males, laughing, and drinking beer. We shot down several guys who tried to hit on us; it seemed fun at the time, but I felt bad later because I don't like hurting anyone's feelings, it's just not my style. I went to the bathroom a lot of times to pee. I was already a slight bit nauseous, and thought of trying to throw up since I was in the bathroom anyway, but I thought I'd be all right after a while so I didn't go for it. I drank some more beer and after a while I started feeling more unwell, a little more on the nauseated side, and I realized all the alcohol was catching up with me so we decided to go back to my place and just watch t.v. and fix something to eat. I was dizzy with a mild headache, and my stomach was beginning to feel really ! queasy. As I was about to get into the car my mouth began to get watery so I told my friend we'd better wait a few minutes and I was right. She asked "what's the matter?" and I told her I was feeling really nauseous so she started to come around the car to me. I told her I was going to vomit. The first wave caught me off guard and I felt my mouth overflow with something warm and I heard something splash in front of my shoes a couple of times, that's when I realized I was puking; it happened just that fast. It looked disgusting. I moved to a clean spot and did it again. Then I remember collapsing to my knees and throwing up uncontrollably and I had to gasp for air. Some came out my nose and the smell of it was sickening. After seeing me vomiting she groaned "Oh god" and ran around to the front of another car and I heard her puke, too, but she hadn't drank nearly as much as I, so she was basically okay, it was like the sudden sight of it was a little too much for her I g! uess. When I was able to make myself stop for a while my friend helped me over to the car and sat me in the passenger seat with my legs outside the car and wiped my shoes and pants with tissues for me as I spat the sickly sweetish, beery, spicy sour bitter taste out of my mouth; the most hideous combination of flavors you can ever imagine coming back up. I didn't continue to vomit, but I still felt awfully sick. People, mostly guys, slowed down to take a look at me as they passed by us. Some laughed and made jokes, somebody called me a "f???in drunk ass ho", someone made a comment about the mess I made and suggesting to his friends that they should "make her lick it up". People can be so cruel sometimes. One older couple strayed behind and tried to help out and they were really nice. The woman felt my forehead for a fever and gave me some chewing gum to help get rid of the taste in my mouth and the man gave me a handkerchief to wipe my mouth with. They were like in thei! r fifties I guess. I was so embarrassed! I'm never going to get drunk again, I swear it! Well, I was still sick, and I did all I could muster to make it back to my apartment without making a mess in my friend's car! The ride nearly upset my stomach again, but we made it, just barely, and pulled up into the parking space in front of my apartment. I felt it coming again and I couldn't even speak so I just sat there shaking and clamping my hands over my mouth. She raced around and opened my door and swung my legs around outside the car, then I went "Huuuuuuuuuurrrrrrp(3)", I deposited about three hulking splashes of what I had in my stomach right between her feet! I was semi better after that so I handed her my keys and she opened my door, I pleaded with her to "get me to the bathroom quick", and she walked me into my bathroom and stayed with me for a little while holding a washcloth on my forehead and helping me out of my clothes and into a nightshirt. I remember each ti! me I would throw up she'd say "Ewww!". After a while she called her boyfriend over; I gave them permission to sleep in my bedroom so I'd have some company because I'm scared to be alone when I'm sick. I spent the next few hours redecorating my bathroom and she'd come in from time to time and wipe up the places where I'd missed the toilet. When the dry heaves started she left me by myslelf. I passed out sometime during the night and woke up on the bathroom floor next morning with a splitting migraine. I took a shower and slept all day. What a crappy weekend.


Jessica
Someone wrote:
>Do any of you have stories to share about being ill with a >cough which was so out of control that it made you puke, >in a public place, etc.
>I'm talking about spasmodic coughing where when you try to >breathe in you can't.

Well, not exactly. I mean, I've never had the coughs so bad that I hurled, well except for one time, I'll explain later, but sometimes when I don't feel well, like when I'm feeling sick to my stomach but not nauseated, but I want to just puke and get it over with, I make myself cough and then it comes out. I found out I had the ability to do this when I was about seven years old and had a bad cough. I'd just gotten finished with a bowl of oatmeal and I coughed and coughed, and puked it all back into the same bowl! And I didn't even feel vomity before I did it, either. I thought it was funny so I did it again and my mom thought I had the flu so I got to stay home from school. I learned to be careful wh! en I cough after that happened. Sometimes I do it to get out of school, but not very often because it embarasses me. One time this past year I was out on a date with this guy who turned out to be a real jerk and he wouldn't take me home so I told him I was sick and used the coughing to throw up all over inside his car on purpose, and he thought I was really sick and so he took me home! I'm going to be a senior next year so I guess I should stop doing this kind of stuff. I had to use this method last friday night after supper because I ate too much and it wasn't sitting well. It was rice with tomato gravy, sausage patties, and biscuits, along with german chocolate cake and milk for dessert. I did it in a gallon ziplock baggie so my parents wouldn't find out, then I hid it in my backpack and tossed it in a dumpster on the way to my friend's house. I was hungry again later so we ordered pizza.


If anybody has an experience to share about puking your guts out in a parking lot after coming out of either a nightclub or bar, please tell it. It can be someone you saw either a chick or a guy getting sick, leaning out of a car and spilling their guts on the pavement. Bar and Nightclub incidents would be greatly appreciated. Have any female readers seen such incidents or have their own to tell.


Edith;
Thanks for relating your incident about the bad cough. After all, there should be more stories posted about coughing and spitting due to the name of this newsgroup. I myself had whooping cough, where you suddenly have a convulsive attack of coughing and you choke and gag without producing phlegm. This illness happened several years ago and it started with a little dry cough and a runny nose and i remember that the liquid running out of my nose was very irritating on my upper lip and sort of burned. I guess i caught whooping cough from somebody in high school, because i noticed alot of students had this funny cough and one teacher, Mrs. Nagle, came to school one day and started to have a horrible fit of whoop-coughing and almost puked as she walked into the school front office. I didn't know what she was sick with, but another teacher noticed her coughing fits and got scared telling her to " get away with that cough". Maybe I caught it from her or from some sick cl! assmate because there were many sick students
with the same cough and even my brother and sister got it and they coughed untill it made them throw up. I even puked an entire breakfast in my bedroom from a very memorable coughing fit which made me choke. I remember the whoop noise and the retching from all the coughing.


Edith
Someone wrote:
>Do any of you have stories to share about being ill with a >cough which was so out of control that it made you puke, >in a public place, etc.
>I'm talking about spasmodic coughing where when you try to >breathe in you can't.

I do. I had a bad cold one winter a couple of years ago. It was really bad and I'd cough so hard that sometimes I'd have to stop myself in midcough because it made me feel as if I were about to vomit if I didn't stop! I was out shopping at Walmart and stopped for a light lunch in their cafeteria. A fit of the gagging coughs came over me and I coughed so hard that a small belch escaped and I tasted the sandwich I'd just eaten. After that happened my stomach felt knotty so I went to the ladies' to finish coughing safely over a toilet. I threw up a little of my lunch, but not much. I also coughed up a lot of phlegm, too.

Earlier that same year I caught the stomach flu. I needed a few things fr! om the market, so there I was with a very queasy stomach, pushing a shopping cart through the store and strictly following the shopping list despite protests from my stomach each time I looked at food so I tried not to think about it, and the meat department almost did me in. I actually did not know whether I'd be able to finish shopping and get out of the store before I embarrassed myself but I did the best I could. I was sweating and my hands were shaking and I felt like I was going to puke everything I'd eaten the last two weeks at any second but I got everything I needed, paid for it, loaded everything into my car. Then I lost control and threw up in my lap on the way home and messed up the car and my clothes! It was a pretty sizeable mess considering I didn't feel well to eat breakfast but I do remember I had a large dinner the night before. I made it home and threw up some more outside and I felt like I was going to faint so I went inside, put an old table cloth on t! he sofa because of my now-wet and dirty clothes, and napped for a couple of hours in the living room with a cleaning pail beside the sofa as an added precaution. I felt too yucky and weak to shower and change at this point in time. I didn't even bother getting the groceries out of the car until later when I felt better. My husband cleaned the car and did laundry for me after he got back from work and came down with stomach flu symptoms the next day probably through contact with my vomit from the mess I'd made in the car and my dirty clothes. I'm still on a guilt trip about that.


One time I drank beer and soda after eating a big mac.
As you probably can guess, this mixture didn't sit too
well in my stomach and I felt increasingly nauseous on
the way home. As I pulled over and got out of the car,
all I could think about was emptying my sick stomach.
I put my arm on my stomach , leaned over and gagged.
This really got me going as the retching started and I
threw up out my nose and mouth as quarts of sour puke
splattered on the ground in front of me. I smelled the
sick stink of my stomach contents and my stomach
convulsed again sending another flood spewing out my nose and mouth. At 5:00am I stumbled to the bathroom for a
repeat performance.


Do any of you have stories to share about being ill with a cough which was so out of control that it made you puke, in a public place, etc.
I'm talking about spasmodic coughing where when you try to breathe in you can't.


Keegan---To Liz
hey Liz!

WEll, luckily I've been puke free for a while (except for a few incidents) but have managed to be overcome by my stomach once again. This happened about a week ago at (of all places!!) a MOVIE THEATER! Some people tend to get nausous when they sit too close to the screen, and the movie jerks around alot. Eden and I went with another couple to see that submerine movie. We had just finished eating at Chili's, and decided to go see that movie. I felt a little bit sick on the way to the theater, but no vomity feelings yet, and Eden was being quite a distraction....hehehe. Well, we got to the theater and the smell of popcorn was rich in the air. We got some popcorn, coke, nachos, etc., even though our stomachs were already full due to the resterant. The ladies of the group wanted to sit CLOSE to the screen, the kind of seats that make your neck cringe. The movie started. At the beginning I was feeling a little burpy, but wrote it off since i was chugging ! down coke. The screen flickered, and the ocean parts were pretty rough on me, since it conjured up REALLY BAD memories of past mal de mar experiences. So I began my descent into pure motion sickness. I wanted to just close my eyes, but that only helped in making me even more dizzy. Now when I start to get sick, it doesn't take very long for me to actually bring up something from my stomach. I could feel my face beginning to pale, and most embarressing, my hands started to quiver, as my stomach rolled and gurgled. i shifted in my seat, and bent my head a little bit trying to avoid any mishaps. a tiny moan escaped me, and almost INSTANTLY Eden was aware of my discomfort. "Are you are right?", she whispered. I nodded and told her maybe for a little bit longer. "Well, let me know," she responded with concern, and squeezed my hand. Another five minutes passed and suddenly I could stand it no longer. I told her: "now. I'm going to be sick!" and she rose to help me out i! nto the aisle to get me to a trash can. My hand was over my mouth and suddenly my belly heaved and warm liquid filled my mouth and poured out onto the aisle. I was making little urping sounds as I puked and Eden hauled me to the trash can right outside the theater. she rubbed my back and neck, as I emptyed all of my contents into the can. I wanted some fresh air, but could not stop puking. the vomit was reddish-orange in color, and smelled pretty bad, but Eden did not care, and I loved her for that. My bile managed to get all over my shirt, and I almost felt like crying like a little kid again because this was so embarressing for me. well, thats about it. stay tuned


Dhanishtha
Thanks Bobbie/Barb-I know I would have fainted if I had to clean up some of the yuck you have encountered! I worked in a restaraunt as a busser briefly, and luckily I never had to clean up after anybody-but I was told that the night before I started, a man got sick in the dining room and ralphed on one of the tables. Ugh! Somebody must have been watching over me-I missed cleaning up that yuck twice!
Well, I did have a run in with Ralph McNasty at a restaraunt once-and it ruined what would have been a very nice date.
My boyfriend had picked me up from the hotel and taken me to a family restaraunt a little way from downtown as a treat for a hard week. I was still in uniform, and still a little dirty from work, so I decided to go to the restroom to wash up before I ate. When I went to the back of the restaraunt where the bathrooms were, I noticed about three or four restaraunt workers walking around in front of the ladies' room, carrying spray bottles and air freshener. I! saw a young lady go into the bathroom and spray some air freshener then come right back out-and there was one of those "wet floor" signs in front of the bathroom door.
I didn't think much of it-they had just cleaned the bathroom, so I proceeded inside to wash my hands.
Well, I am always in the habit of looking in open stalls to see if there's anything unusual in there (like a dead body, ralph..) and to my grave horror, the left-hand stall door was open, revealing the most disgusting thing I had ever seen.
Some woman had ralphed all over the floor and on the wall next to the toilet-it was everywhere, and at that moment, my knees started to shake. I ran out of the bathroom and went back to the table, where my boyfriend was sitting, and when he saw me, he knew something was wrong.
"Someone was sick in the bathroom," I said, trembling all over. "I want to go home".
At that moment, the waitress came to the table with our food, and I told her what I had just see! n and requested that she box our food up so we could take it home.
I was so horrified I could barely move.
My boyfriend later told me that when I came out of the bathroom I was green-a very interesting observation since I have a dark complexion!
I have never returned to that restarant because they didn't close the bathroom until it was cleaned up, and the people there just sprayed perfume in the air and didn't attempt to clean up the real problem.
I guess you can tell I'm an emetophobic-not good for a person in the restarant or hotel business. I'd like to hear more from people who deal with this nastiness on an occupational level...how do you handle it?


Merlyn
Hi! When I was about 16 I worked at a Dairy Queen during the summer. and one day when i was on the front register, a tall, goodlooking guy about my age came in with his parents, looking very uncomfortable. He ordered a double meat burger though, at the insistance of his mother who suggested that eating something might help his stomach. now my ears were tuned in listening, and i asked if he was alright. he said that he had just been in the car for an hour, and that he gets carsick very easily, and no medicine can help him. well, i thought he was kind of cute even though he looked miserable, so when he sat down at a booth, i convieniantly began washng tables near him. his parents left to go to a gas station, and so i got to speak with him for a while. i was listening to his silky smooth voice when all of a sudden it quavered, gave a slight burp, and when i looked, this boy had his hands clapped over his mouth and was dribbling white vomit out of the sides. he held it in! for about a few more seconds until another heave sent the vomit projectile, spraying against the windows and leaving a slimy smear. my manager was yelling for the mop, so i grabbed his arm and pulled him retching over to the trash can, where he violently puked for the next 30 minutes. when his parents came back, they apolagized for their son's delicate stomach, but i ured them it was no big deal. apparently the boy was impressed by me, because we exchanged phone numbers. now we are both 25 and have been married for 2 years!! i have alot of motion sickness stories from my loving husbend Patrick.


Barb call me Bobbie
Dear Dhanishtha , I know exactly what you mean about those puke incidents in the motels, darling. I've never worked at a motel myself but for the last 25 years I've been a waitress at a 24-hour restaurant located just off an interstate off-ramp, and I've done more than my share of cleaning up the results of multitudes of cases where travelers come in with carsickness, traveler's stomach, you name it, and try to eat, and with no surprise, they wind up leaving a trail of puke leading to the bathrooms. My advice to anyone with a weak stomach is to use the drivethrough window when you need to stop at a restaurant that's close to an offramp on an interstate, because these are the kind of places where you'll most likely see a stomach accident by a weary traveler while you're trying to enjoy your food. Not just kids but you'd be surprised at the number of adult people who make those kinds of messes. As a matter of fact I've had more adults puke at the table than children. N! owadays I'm the senior waitress here and don't have to bother with that mess anymore, thank goodness, but I've got some horror stories from way back in the seventies when I was the new flunkie over here and everytime somebody got sick I was the one who had to clean it up. It used to make me sick but I guess I got desensitezed after, oh, about the fiftieth incident or so. Since this has turned out to be a pretty long post I'll tell one here, then I'll post the other separately. When I started working here right after I graduated high school in 1975, I was the newest wait in the joint, and my first night on the job I was tasked to clean up after two kids who were carsick and threw up on the table, the floor, and under the table. I learned that one of the kids, the older one, was carsick from riding all day, and didn't really want to eat but his parents practically forced him to eat a hamburger and some fries. The poor kid threw up in the aforementioned places and his younge! r sister, after seeing this, did the same. I had to clean up the mess and I lost my appetite for more than a whole day after that. See my next post for story #2.

Now for story 2. Later that same year a woman came in dressed like an executive or something, she was wearing a black pantsuit and nicely done hair. She sat at one of my tables so I went over to take her order but she didn't want anything to eat, she looked like one sick cookie. She asked for some water, something for her headache, and a diet cola. I brought her this stuff and she took the aspirin, all the water, and sipped on her soda. Then she asked me to bring her some fries because she wasn't really hungry but thought she'd better eat something since she took aspirin. I brought her the fries and she nibbled one but put it down and sipped the rest of the soda, notice at this point that the glass was now almost empty, then she started taking papers out of her briefcase and laid it all out on the table. After a while she really looked sick and put her head down on the table, and I went over to ask if there was anything wrong. She said she was all right but that she had! a headache from driving all day. She must have been feeling queasy too because every now and then she'd make a small retching sound, not big but noticeable. I told her to just put her head down and rest and to call me if she needed anything. After a while she got up and went to the ladies room, came back, gathered up her papers into the briefcase, paid, then left. As I was collecting the dishes from the table I noticed the glass was full again, and I didn't recall her asking for a refill. It looked murky so I assumed she must have puked in the glass! My suspicions were confirmed when I poured out the glass and found a few pieces of chewed potato and two slightly used aspirin tablets! I threw the glass away in the trash. Can't be too careful about germs you know.

Story #3. This one's pretty nasty and happened three weeks ago or so. A young couple came in one evening around supper time. The boy was dressed in a Marine uniform and the girl in jeans and a t-shirt. I took the order, I'll never forget, a double bacon cheeseburger w/fries and a cola for him, and a BLT and skim milk for her. At first the girl said she didn't want anything but the boy told her it would make her feel better. She looked sick like she was going to puke any second. I asked if she was all right and I was then told that she was prone to carsickness and was also pregnant. The poor little dear looked simply terrible and I felt sorry for her. Anyway, I brought the order to them and left them to eat while I waited on other customers. As I was bringing a subsequent order to the cook, I see that the boy was helping the girl try to walk as she was barely able to stand. She had her hand over her mouth and was retching up a storm. He guided her over to the ladies! room and I took it from there, walking her into a toilet stall. I washed my hands and went back out. At the table where she had been sitting, her untouched dinner was covered in a puddle of bile, I mean literally! Her BLT was drenched in puke, and it was dripping off the plate and off the edge of the table onto the floor, and she'd also knocked over her glass of skim milk which I guess didn't make much matter now anyways. It stank like nobody's business. It's no wonder that I also noticed that many of the patrons within view of this had vacated their tables and vanished from the scene. I told one of the other girls, the newest one (hello! been there, done that, paid my dues, now it's your turn, sugar!) to clean it up and she was almost ready to cry. She asked if somebody else could do this cleaning job because she said the task at hand would get her sick too, and I believe it as she was beginning to retch and look sick, so I got the next newest girl to do it. After a ! half hour or so that poor girl came out and rejoined her hubby who was standing in front of the door to the ladies room the whole time waiting for her. He then paid and they both left. I'm glad I no longer have to take care of messes like this. Seniority does have it's priveleges I suppose.


Dhanishtha
I want to say, I'm so glad I got out of the motel business.
I used to work at a D*** Inn and have been witness to some very nasty accidents guests have had in the rooms. The next time you stay in a motel, be thankful that you don't have to clean ralph off of the capet, toilet, floor, bathtub and bed-motel maids have to deal with "puke accidents" on a first hand basis. When I was training for my housekeeping job, I asked the woman who was training me if people ever got sick in the rooms and what you would do about it-and she said that just a few days before I started, a kid had gotten ill and ralphed all over the bedroom, on the floor, both beds and all the way to the bathroom...and she had to clean it all up with a rag. I had to quit housekeeping work because I'm an emetophobic, and going to each room hoping there was no puke inside gets to be very stressful.I'd like to hear more stories from maids and janitors about how they deal with things like this


Liz
To PussiKat:
I'd like to hear more of your boyfriend's stories.

To Eden & Keegan:
Have more stories to share? Haven't heard from both of you in a while..


Boo
This is kinda a sick site, who likes to puke? :) I found myself reading story after story though. I have quite a few nasty puke stories myself, but I'm only going to post one or two right now. I remember last year during school, the band went on a trip to Phoenix(we were going to keep the football team pepped up because we were in the semi-finals). This freshman Chris was looking kind of sick the entire trip. We'd stopped in some small town so we could all chow down for some dinner, Chris' brothers had him drink some Sprite to make him feel a little better. He claimed that he did after he'd drank a little. Anyway, we're driving and driving. Finally we got to the school and into the parking lot. All the sudden I hear this huge SPLASH from up front. I was like was that what I think it was? All of us sitting in the back didn't know what had gone on, we were all engaged in some entertaining game. Then Robert came walking back asking us where the garbage can was, becaus! e he had just witnessed Chris spewing chunks all over the place. It was pretty sick sounding, but it didn't smell, just all clear liquit. Later on that night after the game was over(we had won) I hopped onto the bus and saw Chris shivering, eating ice cream and mumbling so cold, so cold. I was like well, you're eating ice cream...I then moved on back and just hoped he didn't get sick anymore. Well that is my story, kinda dumb, but oh well.


Sandy
I got sick at an Easter cookout this past weekend. Normally I'm not one for these type activities, but they had an Easter egg hunt, and I wanted my son to win; the grand prize was for a new mountain bike and this would be his last chance to participate due to the age restrictions. Sooo, we went to the grounds, had lunch before the start of the hunt, which consisted of hotdogs, burgers, chips, and soda, and I ate two cheeseburgers which I think were improperly refrigerated, improperly cooked, improperly handled, or a combination of all three. I got really sick a little while later; the food threw the proverbial monkey wrench in my stomach and ruined my whole day. My son was okay because he was content with only some potato chips and a soda. About a half hour after I ate lunch I started feeling funny and at first I thought it was just gas. A little while later I developed a stomach ache that got worse and worse as the minutes passed. I started feeling pukey-sick and I nee! ded to swallow a lot due to the overactive saliva glands, and you know what comes next once that starts. After battling nausea for some twenty minutes I went to the portable restroom and waited in line in front of several other sick women, all of us with hands clasping mouths trying not to embarrass ourselves in front of one another, silently cursing the occupant who was taking forever. The first occupant left out of there barely able to walk, her clothes a total mess, and then the next woman in line took forever in there and her loud retching was easily heard. The woman in front of me dropped down on her knees and began to vomit her lunch, next I began to vomit after I caught a whiff of it, and then the rest of them scattered! There was really no place inasfar as privacy, so we pretty much threw up right on the spot where we were standing. I threw up everything I'd eaten onto the ground in front of my shoes. I didn't even have anything to wipe with so I had to wipe off ! my lips with the back of my hand. I was so embarassed, then I went to get a soda hoping it would help calm my stomach and maybe make me feel somewhat better. There were other unwell looking patrons getting sodas also. Nearby there was a man sitting on a bench throwing up between his feet. A couple of benches down was a woman throwing up into a large soda cup. I talked to the sick mom standing next to me and we had one thing in common, that we'd eaten the hamburgers. Most of the kids were all right because they'd eaten the hotdogs or nothing at all. Us adults who'd chosen the hamburgers were the ones suffering. I felt an attack of the runs but the line to the portable restroom was too long so I just had to cross my legs and hold it. I was constantly throwing up on the ground in front of me at irregular intervals as I moved from spot to spot to minimize my embarrassment. There was no end to my stomach contents and I didn't think I could hold so much. I'd throw up a few! times and feel empty, then ten minutes later I'd start all over again. The hunt was finally over, and my son reported that he'd not found the prize egg, therefore there was no sense in staying any longer and so we left. He wanted one of those wonderful delicious hamburgers before leaving but I told him it wouldn't be a good idea because I was already sick from it. A sudden bout of vomiting in front of him was enough proof. I had to stop the car on the way home twice to vomit beside the road and I was tempted to pull down my pants and have a b.m. right there on the spot but I refrained. The last thing I needed right then was a citation for indecent exposure, which as my luck would have it, a patrol car would pass by while I was in the act. After we got home I spent probably the next eight straight hours sitting on the pot and having intermittent bouts of vomiting into the bathtub simultaneously, which fortunately is located immediately beside the toilet. My son phoned ! my boyfriend over to bring a pizza dinner for him and to look after me. He also brought over some Pepto Bismol which helped marginally. After my stomach ceased turning itself inside out at both ends I tried to get some sleep with a waste basket beside my bed just in case I was too weak to make it to the bathroom. I woke up at three a.m. this morning and still feel nauseous, but at least the runs are over with now. My son is standing by with an emergency vomit trash can beside me as I type. I'd like to find out who was in charge of those burgers so I can give them a piece of my mind. I think a license should be required to handle any kind of food, even if only for a one-day event. Thank you all for allowing me to vent my feelings here.


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