Considering Ivylad has other health issues, yes, I run in with a wet washcloth to put on the nape of his neck (I’ve heard that’s supposed to help.)
“Tartar” sauce and fish sticks will never be the same.
Back in 2003 the comment was made that mommy used to come running at the sound. Allow me to submit that with children, you go running to make sure they’re not standing in the middle of their bedroom barfing all over everything. Hurrying to the bathroom when you don’t feel like moving is a learned thing.
When I’m barfing you can bring me a cup of water and some paper towels. Maybe a little rub on the back but that’s all.
We know each other very well.
If I’m puking she ignores it. Even if she wanted to interact with me, my bathroom door is closed and locked whenever I’m in there and she knows better. Eventually I’ll come out and she’ll look up from her kindle and ask, “you ok?”
If she’s puking I’m there in an instant to offer any assistance she might need. Washcloths, offers to brew her some tea, cleaning up any splashes, etc are all possible requests.
Yes. If my wife is in distress, that takes priority over anything but one of the kids being in trouble. Even if it’s “just” morning sickness.
Don’t ask me to come and help you out when you’re vomiting unless you don’t mind me pushing you out of the way to vomit myself.
It’s not necessarily about helping; it’s about seeing if help is needed.
Yes but that holds the possibility that said puker might take you up on the offer. :eek:
I have to deal with a person with puking problems lately.
What gets my goat is not having to help. No problem there. MY problem them refusing help that is a good idea. LIKE absolutely refusing letting me getting something for them to actually puke in while they lay in bed or the recliner or the sofa.
“l’ll be fine”…yeah, right…until you puke everywhere but the bathroom because this time you did not make it in time and I’ll be the one cleaning that shit up.
Now that I think about that. Next time this comes up (heh) I’m laying down the law when it comes to a puke bucket.
I WANT to help my wife if she’s in distress. It bothers me if i can’t.
My initial response is to get a cup of water and wait nearby waiting for her to stop.
If this is hungover puking then mild babying with escalating teasing as she recovers.
If this is a sick puking I go into full baby-her mode. Cover her, get her water and get some brothy soup ready. If needed I’ll go to the store for pedialyte.
I think it’s appropriate to ask things like “is there anything I can do?.. are you having chest pains?.. why did you turn on the Ronald Reagan Film Festival?..” and such, and accommodate whatever requests they might have- a bucket, tissues, mouthwash, whatever. It’s also good form to help a bit with any cleanup required.
People can choke while vomiting. I’d be up there in a heartbeat if I heard anyone in my family wretching. Some of you astonish me.
Do whatever your spouse wants. It’s called “being married.”
I hate a lot of attention when I’m sick and my wife is the opposite. So I treat her like she wants to be treated, not like I want to be treated.
Interesting to see what I had to say about this all those years ago. Now that I’m on to a new spouse, I would definitely go check on him.
One, he never pukes so it would be very unusual. Two, he likes attention when he’s sick. Three…well, I feel like I really owe him after he cleaned up the hotel bathroom I destroyed in New Orleans. He’s cleaned my vomit off plenty of stuff but I really outdid myself that time.
Oh, my, yes! MayBoy has dealt with abdominal migraine since he was a toddler. He gags; I run. He’s better now about making a dash for the bathroom, but for many years, a large bowl lay beside his bed every night just in case.
The rest of us prefer to throw up alone, seeking comfort only afterward.
I don’t know about that. 
My wife clearly prefers to do her upchucking by herself, with the bathroom door closed. She’ll usually let me know later that it happened, but far from always, I’ve gathered.
I’m pretty much the same way: there’s nothing she or anyone else can do to help me on those rare occasions (once or twice a decade, maybe) when I do the technicolor yawn, and I’d just as soon get it over with and have time to recover and clean up before interacting with anyone.
“Technicolor yawn” is my new favorite phrase. That just made me laugh until tears were streaming down my face!
I’ve never heard of anyone choking on vomit who wasn’t passed out and horizontal.
MayBoy has my sympathy. Poor baby. (Then - I assume he’s older now.)
The most memorable case in my family was when my youngest was four. He hadn’t been that kind of sick for more than a year and wasn’t up on the drill. He woke up about an hour after going to bed and threw up from the top bunk. From the living room, it sounded like a waterfall. When I checked out the noise, he was quietly sitting up in bed, waiting for the next wave. He was offended when I made him relocate to the bathroom. The mess was spectacular.