I haven’t thrown up in the bed that I can remember. My husband and I did go through a really bad stomach bug but I think we both managed to get out of bed and into the shared bathroom to do all the puking that time.
I have, however, thrown up on myself in the hospital. Let me set the scene. I was in junior high and it was the day before the last day before winter break. It was too cold to play sports outside so they had us playing a modified version of kick ball called matt ball. In matt ball, you could run the bases (matts really) in either direction and stay on the base a long as you wanted. Once you stepped off the base, however, you had to go to the next one. So I had waited for a good moment to step of the base and ran full tilt at the next base. Behind that base was a brick wall. I’m sure you can see where this is going. I fell and hit my head against the wall and knocked myself out. The gym teacher scooped me up, put me in a wheel chair and took me to the nurses office. The nurse called my mom who then took me to the ER. These were all clearly the wrong things to do so the ER staff put me in a gown and a neck brace and set me in a bed while they assessed my injuries. I was finally coming around and found that the head injury made me REALLY NAUSEOUS. And then I proceed to puke all over myself.
Did you know that it is really hard to puke in a neck brace? I was a mess. Good thing the neck brace was for nothing. I just sprained my neck, kind of like whiplash.
PS - My mom was so furious with the school for treating me incorrectly (who scoops up an unconscious kid and then takes them to the nursed office?) that she sued the school when my brother broke his arm at the same some six years later. She didn’t sue them right away because she was so worried I was about to die that she was a bit distracted.
I haven’t thrown up in bed but this may be almost as bad. I had mono and was in the college infirmary and a friend brought soup by. She was an adult I knew through a college activity so she must have been trained to bring a dish by when someone is sick. But it was in a five-pound peanut butter container, the kind with the handle. Well, the lid doesn’t stay on that well when it’s liquid and not PB, so I managed to dump it all over the bed, and it was a soup full of shredded spinach! :o
Apparently I never have. I couldn’t remember doing so even as a kid, so I asked my dad for the heck of it. He said that even as a tiny kid I always tried to make it to the bathroom. A couple of times I only got as far as the hallway but he couldn’t think of a time I even threw up in my room, never mind bed.
Once when I was a kid, maybe 8-10 years old. I remember waking up at some point in the night, wondering why my pillow was all wet and yucky…then turning the pillow over and going back to sleep. It wasn’t until I woke up in the morning that I knew what happened. I assume I had some sort of sickness, but I don’t remember any of the details.
No, thankfully… then again, I tend not to throw up at all, as in literally a handful of times in my life. Twice when riding in a car (got my head out the window both times: as one of them required scrambling from the back of the station wagon to the middle row, that was quite a feat), once on a ride at an amusement park (had just enough time to yell to the attendant “stop this thing, I’m getting sick”), and twice when dealing with some kind of food poisoning. Both of those times, I had been feeling dodgy for a while beforehand, so was already in the bathroom, and in fact was rather grateful that it was finally happening.
My kids might have, a time or two when they were younger, but my daughter was most likely to anoint the floor or if we were lucky, the trash can near her bed.
THese are all some interesting responses. I didn’t know it was so difficult to hold back vomit for most people. How come you guys can’t just clench your jaw tightly and tuck your lips in tightly when you feel the puke-feeling coming on?
Or swallow it if you don’t think you’ll make it?
If the stomach is heaving violently enough, the exit process can be pretty much non-negotiable. If you don’t have sufficient “feeling bad” warning, you may not have time to prevent a mess. I’ve been lucky enough that I’ve had sufficient warning every time I’ve hurled, to avoid the mess except for the time on the ride, and that time I’d have made it if I hadn’t been trapped.
I actually once started a thread here asking “do you try to hold it in” because my husband has managed to stave off hurling by sheer force of will (including a recent family bout of something very much like norovirus - one of the 5 times I’ve ever thrown up). Me, I think he’s nuts. Barfing isn’t fun but get that poison out of your system!
I’m hoping you just mean this as a stop-gap till you make it to a suitable puking spot? As for swallowing it (ew), I trust my body knows what to get rid of, and don’t need to reingest it.
Yeah, I don’t entirely understand the great pride in holding it in. Being an adventurous eater, and at times excessive drinker, I learned long ago to trust my gut’s instincts when it’s time for something to go. Just relax and don’t fight it(once I’m in the appropriate location) and I can usually get it over in one or two comprehensive heaves.
But it was in a five-pound peanut butter container, the kind with the handle. Well, the lid doesn’t stay on that well when it’s liquid and not PB, so I managed to dump it all over the bed, and it was a soup full of shredded spinach! :o