Speaking of “Shit”, has anyone suffered from Projectile Vomiting or seen anyone projectile vomit? It’s a medical condition.
My niece had it from her infancy until she was something like 4-5yrs old. We didn’t know when it was coming or what direction and often again and again within minutes. It literally shot out horizontally like a fire hose… She managed to get everyone umpteenth times and completely cover every inch of our carpet/floor and walls while merely visiting occasionally over just a few years.
As nauseating as it maybe it is also fascinating and impressive to watch someone do it; kind of firework of a sort.
One of my boys had pyloric stenosis as a baby, which causes projectile vomiting. Yeah, it’s kind of amazing, how far that stuff goes. I’d hear the 1812 Overture in my head every time he did it, poor kid.
What was up with your niece? Did the vomiting stop without medical intervention?
No medical intervention; docs just told us to monitor and she eventually stop doing it as soon as she ran out of fresh spot to aim at… though I’m sure my sister had many visits to doctors with her. Now a college student, she just hates it when we get into our routine discussion about the impressiveness her projectile vomiting.
mrAru doesn’t have it normally, but one time post op he was getting ready to be released [same day op for a hernia] he had faithfully nommed the fruit salad, and drunk the ginger ale [or it might have been sprite] and was dressed, bent down to pick up a shoe and the floodgates released. He managed to hurl a good 6 feet [measured by floor tile] No nausea, just yarp and he was fine. [the doc said it was basically a muscle spasm from the bending and picking up of the sneaker]
I have a tendency to projectile hurl, so when I am nauseated I just grab the 5 gallon stock pot and keep it in the bedroom. Easy target for yarping into, big enough to hold just about anything and I don’t have to make a risky run for the bathroom. Now I am gimpy, it still makes perfect sense. My first ever projectile yarp ended up making my dad sell his piper cub … mom fed me on the way home from the hospital and we hit turbulence and I hosed the cockpit down with slightly used milk … :smack:
I had a pyloric stenosis as a baby. My mom tells stories of feeding time … try to get some food in the baby, wipe down walls, try feeding again, wipe down walls.
I wonder if the condition is missed sometimes, maybe if it isn’t too bad. I don’t know if a child can outgrown it. Maybe that is the case with the OPs niece?
I projectile vomited once, also after surgery like aruvqan mentioned. I would estimate it flew a good 6 feet or more. But, I was so sick (ruptured appendix) that I couldn’t fully appreciate how impressive it was. My dad was not amused.
I’ve seen it once, in college, by a guy who was pretty blotto. I assumed it was due to drinking, but maybe that’s how he always vomited. It was fairly dramatic, I must say.
I’ve seen it twice, once from a very pregnant woman when a bus went over a bump – thank god she was in an aisle facing seat and didn’t get any of her fellow passengers with it.
The other was a young cat who stole a large piece of liver and chowed it down very fast before it could be taken off him. Five minutes later he had a most peculiar expression, his sides heaved mightily and the liver shot out, whole and just chewed a bit around the edges.
My friend used to commute into Manhattan on the Long Island Railroad. He told me of a fateful day when he noticed this guy standing near the doors, looking pale. He was slowly rolling his head back and forth. My friend had a hunch, so he got up from his seat (which was near) and moved to the opposite end of the car. Sure enough, within moments, the guy let loose a gusher of vomit over a handful of people. Other people started to heave as a result. My friend said the stench was awful. What a way to start the day.
I did it once after funneling a beer in college. Luckily, we kept the funnel hanging from the shower head back then, so I mostly painted the wall and tub.
I’m pretty sure all my vomit would be projectile, if I hadn’t had such great timing since I was 5 or 6 and always managed to direct it downward, into a toilet or other receptacle. It comes out in an extremely forceful stream, like from a hose. Splash back can be a problem.
Only once, for about 20 minutes. No, less. I was 3 and accidentally chewed a vitamin pill instead of swallowing it. PV ensued. The half gallon of grape juice I had an hour before made it truly spectacular.
Yep, one time…I was about four years old, and I was sick with something. I was laying on the couch in the living room, and Mom had come in to check on me. I let loose from a horizontal position, so the vomit went all over the wall. I think a bit even splashed on the ceiling. I don’t think it stained very badly (although, now that I think about it, my parents always had a tremendous framed picture hanging on that wall when I was growing up).
A friend of mine is allergic to mussels (actually anything that comes in a shell, like oysters and clams too). It results in spectacular projectile vomiting. Even a teeny, tiny little bit will do the trick. If it’s regular food poisoning or Norwalk or something, he barfs normally. But feed him mussels and he could hit you with yak at 12 paces.
My son only projectile-ly vomitted once that I recall. He barfed occassionally as I believe many little kids do. He’d eat, then play for a while or be talking away and then with no warning he’d stop whatever it was abrubtly and make a sort of startled face. I’d grab a paper towel or trash can and URP. Small matter, and on about our business.
On this occasion one his eyes widened, and he urped more than was typical and started to cry. I sensed we were not done and carried him to the bathroom. I set him down (he was standing) right inside the door. He kind of burped, and then opened his mouth and then the firehose others have mentioned. I was completely dumbstruck. It went perfectly straight out from his mouth directly across the room splattering the back wall of the bathroom with amazing velocity and force. First I noticed that it was of greater volume than the sum total of all he’d eaten that day. Then I realized it seemed to be of greater volume than my son himself. How do they do that?
My heart goes out to kids with conditions that make this “routine” for them, and also to their parents.
Once I took one of my friend who was visiting from Atlanta (a multi-generation Chicagolander), to Ditka’s for his birthday and made him eat some calamari etc in some type of seafood dish. He’s never had any seafood other than maybe some shrimps and he was apprehensive. I told him it’ll be just fine…** N O T**. The next morning he woke up with 3" tonsil and had to go to an emergency room to get a $100+ shot. Guess who paid for the shot, and the dinner?