# Now that was some vomiting **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [July 8, 2004, 12:57am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/now-that-was-some-vomiting/254047 "2004-07-08T00:57:27Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 5\ **Page:** 2
**Author:** ![bughunter](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/b/aeb1de/32.png) [@bughunter](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/bughunter)\ **Post date:** [July 8, 2004, 10:01pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/now-that-was-some-vomiting/254047/21 "2004-07-08T22:01:19Z")
Thanksgiving, 1979: I ate to the point of discomfort, and ate some more. And then I had dessert. Being a teenager, this was quite a bit of food. Enough to feed an entire family of normal people. And then I went out and hung with my friends. Who sparked up a fattie, and produced a bottle of gin. I smoked. I drank. I didn’t feel so good. So I went home and laid on the couch with the TV on. I can remember what was playing: Monster Island. You know, the one with the baby godzilla that blew smoke rings. And I still didn’t feel so good. My mouth started salivating uncontrollably… salivate, swallow, salivate, swallow, salivate, swa… _ **blaaaargh!** _ I launched a fountain of turkey, gravy, dressing, yams, green beans, apple pie, milk, gin, and whatever else I had consumed _16 feet_ across the room, smack into the drapes and sliding glass door. I felt much better. Then my parents came down the stairs to see what happened… they heard it from their bedroom. January, 2004: My bachelor party. Empty stomach. Drinking game. Five different types of liquor, plus beer. Two hours partying. Three hours vomiting. One pissed off bride. I was still hung over at my wedding two days later. And I’m still pissed I don’t remember the stripper. I’m told I appeared to enjoy myself immensely, but I only vaguely even remember her arriving. But I do remember finding candle wax stuck to my armpit hair the next day. ---
**Author:** ![Unauthorized\_Cinnamon](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/u/bc8723/32.png) [@Unauthorized\_Cinnamon](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Unauthorized_Cinnamon)\ **Post date:** [July 8, 2004, 10:28pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/now-that-was-some-vomiting/254047/22 "2004-07-08T22:28:04Z")
Thanks for the laugh, **bughunter**. That Thanksgiving story is perfect. I was actually saved (somewhat) by the excessive salivating. I remembered reading in a pregnancy book that it was a sign of impending spew. So after five hours of trying to ignore a really bad stomach ache, when I did my Pavlov’s dog imitation, I leaped out of bed, barely saving my brand new mattress and lovely 320-thread-count sheets from certain doom. ---
**Author:** ![Cervaise](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/cervaise/32/16693_2.png) [@Cervaise](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Cervaise)\ **Post date:** [July 9, 2004, 12:30am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/now-that-was-some-vomiting/254047/23 "2004-07-09T00:30:58Z")
The worst is combining puking and diarrhea. The last time I puked, it followed a lengthy session of Fire-Hose Asshole; I had to quickly get off the pot, turn around, and projectile-barf into the yellow-brown water, desperately hoping I didn’t splash any of the foulness back up onto myself. ---
**Author:** ![phouka](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/c5a1d2/32.png) [@phouka](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/phouka)\ **Post date:** [July 9, 2004, 7:04am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/now-that-was-some-vomiting/254047/24 "2004-07-09T07:04:01Z")
Wow, I can’t believe I get to be the first to give the official name of the Scary Eyeball Event. It’s called _petechial hemorrhages_, and yes, it’s caused by an increase in blood pressure. Medical examiners use the presence of petechial hemorrhages in a dead person’s eyes to prove the person was strangled. It’s only happened to me once. Don’t know if it was food poisoning or a stomach virus, but my lower GI tract started clearing out. I foolishly took a full dose of Immodium. That stopped the lower GI tract, but then I started projectile vomiting and came out of the bathroom with pinpoint red spots on my cheeks. Freaked my mom, the RN, right out. For a second there, she thought I’d come down with scarlet fever. ---
**Author:** ![Marlitharn](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/779978/32.png) [@Marlitharn](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Marlitharn)\ **Post date:** [July 9, 2004, 7:08am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/now-that-was-some-vomiting/254047/25 "2004-07-09T07:08:23Z")
> [@](#): > > The worst is combining puking and diarrhea. The last time I puked, it followed a lengthy session of Fire-Hose Asshole; I had to quickly get off the pot, turn around, and projectile-barf into the yellow-brown water, desperately hoping I didn’t splash any of the foulness back up onto myself. Ah, yes, also known as the Screaming Twirl-Abouts. I’ve never had Scary Eye Syndrome, but once when I was a wee slip of a lass, I barfed really hard and the outgoing spew took a loose tooth with it. I guess it was just hanging in there by a thread and wasn’t able to withstand the pressure of the chunky liquid gushing past it. As I recall, I was old enough to know there was no tooth fairy, so I just went to my dad, showed him the hole, and demanded payment. [Previous page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/now-that-was-some-vomiting/254047.md?page=1)