I had terrible all-day sickness with each of my pregnancies for the first 14 weeks - every time. But I had really, really, terrible, terrible all-day sickness with Silverjunior #2.
The eldest Silverjunior was about 2 1/2 years old whilst #2 was preparing to hatch. He had a toy that played a particular series of songs when you pressed certain buttons. He played with it all. the.time.
Fast forward several months later, and Silverjunior #2 had arrived. I was walking around the house and heard my eldest playing with that toy. I heard the little musical interlude and promptly had an overwhelming urge to barf. :eek: It happened a couple more times before I realized that the music had somehow worked into my subconscious and I now associated it with barfing and nausea.
When the coast was clear I put the toy away and I suppose he eventually forgot about it. I later donated it because the sound of that music still brought on waves of nausea. :rolleyes:
For entirely different reasons (and way before I was incubating any children at all, mind you) I couldn’t endure anything that smelled even remotely like tequila for about four years.
A very.bad.thing happened between me and tequila, and tequila and I were enemies for a long time. Tequila and I have since forged a truce. Tequila doesn’t turn my stomach anymore but we still keep our distance from one another.
From the time I was 8 until I was about 21 I never threw up. not even once. When I did then I had eaten cooked spinach. There was nothing wrong with the spinach, but I no more cooked spinach for me.
Several people in my family have similar stories. My uncle hasn’t eaten ham since a grade school teacher screamed at him while he was eating a ham sandwich and he threw up. My mom can’t choke down oatmeal 'cause when she was little she threw up after eating oatmeal in the dining car of a train.
All sorts of things get permanently associated in my brain. The first time I played Super Collapse there was a Bette Midler movie on in the background. Scenes from it flash through my mind to this day whenever I play it. Same thing with Snood, but that was a Lifetime movie about a teen who gets hooked on internet gambling and ends up having to pose for nudie pictures to pay back her loan shark. Hey it might be fading, I can’t remeber if her mom was played by the Growing Pains mom, or Judith Light.
It happens for me with knitting, too. Whatever movie I might be watching when I start a project becomes connected with the project. I made my sister a scarf and I think of it as the Six Feet Under Scarf.
Several years ago, the wife and I were in Vegas for New Year’s. I had unknowingly been exposed to the Asian Deathflu the day before. That evening, we celebrated and drank champagne by the light of the fireworks over the Strip. Cut to 2am, when I was suddenly in the throes of acute nausea and associated pains. I spent the next three days projectile vomiting and in a cold sweat. To this day I can’t even think of champagne without a reaction.
I guess I’m lucky I don’t have this reaction to Vegas. Or my wife!
Coconut cream pie, for me. Got a stomach bug just after eating that, and well … never again.
One of my childhood friends developed a food aversion to Spaghetti-O’s. Not because he got sick on them, but because his older brother did. The older brother who had the top bunk of their bunk-bed. The older brother who leaned over the bed to harf just as my friend look up from under to see if he was OK …
Yeah, full in the face. As of High School, you couldn’t even say the word to him without his shuddering at the memory.
This pasta stuff made by the Spaghetti-O’s people - it’s called “Cheesy Nacho” or “Twisted Nacho” or something. Basically it was like Spaghetti-O’s but more noodley, and cheesy. Anyway one time I ate that when I was hungover as hell and now the thought of it makes me physically ill.
However, I eat egg drop soup every time I’m hungover, and it has never made me feel sick. In fact, it only makes me feel better which is why I eat it every time. I wonder why that is.
Oh, and when I was a kid my mom used to always try and get me to drink orange juice when I was sick. It ALWAYS made me feel like even more crap and she still would want me to drink it. Now I can’t stand the thought of orange juice or anything orange flavored.
Well, I don’t get “barfy”, but I do get hot and fuzzy headed. See, I had an allergic reaction to penicillan when I was a kid, and spent days in bed with a fever and huge, itchy hives. I read several C. J. Cherryh books during this, and to this day they make me feel hot and vague headed if I read them.
One morning when I was a wee flod, I woke up with a slightly sore throat. I told my mother about it, and she suggested I see how I felt after eating breakfast - something she often did to separate real illnesses from don’twannagotoschoolitis. So I sat down to a bowl of cereal - Alpha Bits. I never did finish breakfast that morning - my throat started feeling worse, I developed a headache, and I was shivering and burning up at the same time. Turned out to be strep throat, and it was straight back to bed for me.
I never managed to eat Alpha Bits again. If I tried, they always tasted like that horrid slick you get in your mouth when you have strep throat. Shudder, shudder.
Not a book, but I had a terrible headache when I went to see the first Mission: Impossible movie, and puked in a guy’s truck on the way back from the movie. I can’t watch any part of that movie now, not that it’s a big loss!
When I was eight I was left alone with a two-pound bag of Double-Stuff Oreos, which were relatively new at the time. I ate the whole bag, and then vomited hard enough to disrupt the time-space continuum. I still can’t stand the taste or smell of Oreos. I can deal with similar types of cookies, but not that particular brand.
When I was a young one the family would drive to visit grandmother on the weekends. Mom frequently made blueberry pancakes for breakfast on these days because everyone liked them. I always got carsick and threw up. Every time. Weekend after weekend. As a result I wasn’t able to eat blueberries for something like thirty years. Only recently have I been able to conquer the blasted blue berry.
Just a couple of days ago I came down, hard, with some stomach virus. Last thing I had eaten was cheddar cheese & sour cream potato chips. After ten hours of barfing them back up I don’t think I’ll ever touch them again. Blech.
The only other oddball association I have involves a particular color. I sometimes see it on old cars, this sort of coppery, bronze-like color. It always reminds me of the taste of a candy bar that I can’t even really remember anymore and I have no idea why.
Many years ago, a popcorn shop opened up near where we lived. Must have had 20 different flavors - all sorts of sweet coatings (chocolate, caramel, others). We went there nearly every day.
One day, I came down with some sort of vague stomach bug - the kind where your skin hurts all over and you’re vaguely nauseated. Next day, I felt better. I ate a little of the popcorn we had around the house and shortly thereafter felt worse - not directly caused by the popcorn, I’m sure, just the fact that I’d stuffed my tummy with indigestible junk food while it was still fragile.
I could never eat that popcorn again. The store went out of business 2 months later. I feel personally responsible for that!
See, I was going to mention Jell-O, but not so much that it makes me sick, but that when I see it served, it makes me think of being sick, because when I was little and had the flu, my mom would make me Jell-O.
