On occasions that are thankfully rare, my partner has severe bouts of vertigo that leave him unable to move and extremely nauseous. Last time it happened, he asked me to get a bowl in case he vomited.
Thinking I was doing the most helpful thing, I dashed off to get a big plastic bucket for the side of the bed - only to find that while I had run off to the cleaning closet, he somehow managed to claw his way to the kitchen to get a bowl.
I thought it was weird that he rejected the bucket, but he explained that when the vertigo is at its worst, even moving enough to lean over the side of the bed to aim for a bucket on the floor is unbearable. At least the bowl, while awkward, can sort of be sort of tucked under his chin and doesn’t require any movement.
I figured there had to be a solution out there, and sure enough, there is - soft, disposable, stackable “emesis bags” held open with a stiff plastic ring at the top. They’re made for people with severe motion sickness or coping with chemotherapy. Perfect!
Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, so I got him a package. He can keep a few stashed in his bedside table.
Because nothing says “I love you” like a gift of vomit bags. Top that one, Dopers!