Okay, I had been thinking that I should write an entry about an experience that I had last night, but then decided that no one wanted to hear about vomit. But then, just now, I checked my regular list of blogs and found http://www.fluidpudding.com/, an entry about vomit!
To follow her example, let me say that I have had some horrible vomiting episodes. For example, when I was maybe 16, I drove from Winnipeg to Calgary with my parents to visit my sister, who was living there at the time. The first night we all went to dinner, then my parents retired to a hotel, and I went to stay with sis. It was about two weeks after Easter and she offered me a giant, solid chocolate easter bunny. Together, we finished the whole thing. I noticed that it was kind of whitish, but you know how chocolate gets that way sometimes. About 4 hours later, I woke up thinking 'huh, I feel a bit poorly'. About 15 minutes after that I was crawling to the bathroom, and about half way there heard my sister moaning from said bathroom. Without going into details...I was only slightly chubby at that point, but lost more than 20 pounds in 5 days. She was thin, and lost nearly as much. My parents couldn't come over cause...well okay, i don't remember why they didn't...um, hmm, that's weird. So sis and I pseudo took care of each other. Her lying in her bed, and me on the floor in front of the tv. We ate nothing, drank nothing for days (after a day or two we knew that we were going to have to drink some water, but it was literally, one sip at a time of tepid water, we learned quickly that cold water was not a good idea). I don't honestly know how we didn't die. For some reason, we all agreed that a doctor was not necessary. I'm not quite sure what was wrong with my parents, but sis and I were incapable of making decisions beyond 'should I sit down on the toilet or kneel in front of it'. Incidentally, we were like this for nearly a week, at which point my parents and I had to go home, so I got to sit in the back seat of a car (when i already get motion sick very easily) through the foothills, and then onward for 2 days. By the way, it was the chocolate bunny, it was from the LAST Easter. If you are ever told that you can't get food poisoning from chocolate, send the doubters to me.
A much briefer example, a few weeks after I started dating my ex, I was over at his place for night and woke up about to vomit. I did not know him very well at that point yet, but he must have known he cared for me a lot anyway, since he held my hair while I puked, then, since I hadn't made it to the toilet, he cleaned the sink for me. The worst part was that it turned out i had the stomach flu of death and would up staying there on his couch for days, and we had only been dating a short time. I didn't have a car, the bus was NOT an option and I don't remember why I didn't cab home, prolly a money issue. But mostly, I couldn't move, I was SICK! And though I remember that he was getting sick of me, i also know that he let me lie there, half dead, without complaint. What a sweetie.
Oh, and another I just remembered. When I was younger and desperate for a job, I was accepted at a dry cleaning place. I was supposed to just work at a drop off outlet, but I was placed at the front desk of the actual plant. On my very first day, I was told to sit in the little office until the boss had time to start training me. It was extremely hot. When she finally got there, I gulped and told her that I didn't think that I felt too well. I promptly managed to pass out and vomit at the exact same time. I only passed out for maybe 30 seconds, so when I woke up, the first thing I saw was her horrified face. She gave me a while to clean myself up, but I still felt shitty and had to go home. I came back the next day but was on the verge of either vomit or pass out in a few minutes again. She told me at that time that, I don't remember for sure the figure, but that about one in 10 or so people couldn't work there cause they were so affected by the dry cleaning chemicals. Whee! I quit, needless to say.
My last nights episode was truly...I won't describe the horror, but, I'll give the brief snapshot. I have been feeling low grade nauseous for like a week and a half, no idea why. I went to bed with Paul and had the brilliant idea that I had some dramamine in my purse for when I get motion sick, and if it helped for that, prolly it would help my upset stomach. I palmed two and drank them down. Before they had hit the back of my throat, all hell broke loose. Paul had to eventually go out to the kitchen to get me a glass of water and had to explain to our poor roommate why I was crying and shrieking in the bedroom. Dear God, the whole thing was horrible, you have no idea. But once again, Paul proved his worth, helped me clean up, laughed at me only a little bit and told me he placatingly how he still loved me and that yes, he still found me attractive :p
I felt slightly better when I read the item on Fluid Pudding that I linked to earlier because of this comment: "And it kept coming. And I started crying and apologizing, because that's what I do when I throw up." I'm SO glad that I'm not the only person who does that, cause I cried and apologized for about an hour afterwards. I don't know why, but it makes me feel guilty and stupid. My most fervent wish is like Jerry's on Seinfeld, to have a long and happy 'no vomit' streak. I think that I may hate throwing up more than anyone else in the world, except Andra.
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