I think that I had some sort of stomach flu on Saturday.
Anyhow - I got up and was feeling sort of oogy. I had a regular breakfast and went for a facial.
The SO picked me up and we went for lunch - I had some innocuous soup - I was starting to get pain in my stomach, but ignored it.
We went and did a bit of shopping and then headed for home. On the way I started to get more and more pain in the stomach. Awful, stabbing pain, with a side order of burning.
It continued to escilate and I was really hurting so I sent the SO to the drugstore to get some GasEx thinking that perhaps there was a bubble or something trapped and that would help.
While he was gone, I got the idea to throw up. I wandered into the bathroom, and sure enough, I threw up a little. Well, of course the dog was in there like a dirty shirt, sniffing at the bowl. Before I could shoo him away, I, for the first time in my life, projectile vomited. I mean, big time. I think there was a roar.
I sort of shook my head to get my bearings and realized that the dog had ran away and was hiding around the corner. I called him over, but he wouldn’t come anywhere near me. He kept avoiding me and when the SO got home with the now unneed GasEx, Voltaire lept into his lap (away from me) and refused to get down.
I actually terrified my dog with barf. I think my dog needs to toughen up a bit.
My dog freaked out the one time he saw me barf, too! I had back surgery about a year ago, and didn’t take the anesthesia well, and was really sick when I got home. I was sitting in the recliner, and puked into a plastic garbage bag that I had handy because I was feeling pretty rotten. It scared poor Auggie half to death. He ran upstairs, I assume to hide under the bed, which is where he goes when the bad scary vacuum is running.
Auggie hates it when I cry- he always hides when I do that- and I think the barfing noise must have scared him. Funny, it doesn't bother him when one of the cats yurps up a hairball.
On an almost related note, I once made my gf vomit with a fart
Apparently it was quite bad, then came gagging, then the run to the loo.It’s strange really, I’m usually not too effective in that department.
My dog gets really worried when he sees me throw up. He shows concern, but at a distance. “My heart is breaking because you’re sick. See, I’m even crying a little. But, I’ll just stay over here if you don’t mind.”
You guys have some seriously delicate animals there. My dog comes running when I throw up (which is exceedingly rare - stomach of iron have I) but it’s not out of concern, trust me.
I’m trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that rather than plain fear, it was fear of being barfed on that kept him away.
I mean, I don’t mind that he’s scared of tumble weeds, plastic bags, and leaves. But barf is just too much - he’s supposed to be eating the stuff, fer crying out loud.
