No hurl story to go with? In case you didn’t notice this a Vomit thread. 
Happy New Year.
I have pretty much always projectile vomited. When I was a kid, when I got sick my mom would put one of the 45 gallon outside plastic garbage cans by my bed, couldn’t hit anything smaller.
I may have told this story before but one time years ago I was camping. I had way too much to drink the night before and was kind of sick from altitude sickness before I downed about 16 beers. Anyway I woke up with a hangover from hell and a stomach in knots. One of the people was having cracker and cheese, so A had one thinking the crackers would settle thing down. Didn;t notice that the cheese was a stinky strong cheese. My stomach was having none of it, and I was immediately in the fatal battle of the rising gorge. I casually walked about taking deep breaths to try to fight it. But I got maybe 100 feet away next to the river we were camping on.
My stomach just fully emptied itself in one mighty blast, of cracker cheese, all the beer remaining, and a bunch of water I had started drinking as soon as I woke up. It arched into the river, with not a drop closer than 10 feet or so. The river carried it all away, I gargled a few times and washed my mouth out with the water bottle I was carrying, and nobody ever knew or gave me crap about it. Felt a million times better afterward too
I had no idea there was such a thing as chronic projectile vomiting. Poor kids. And poor everyone who has to live with them!
I did once: food poisoning from organic fresh salsa from a health food store. Of all things.
Woke up at about 3 a.m. knowing I had to vomit NOW. Before I could make another move, my stomach gave an almighty heave and vomit blasted from my mouth, Linda-Blair fashion, and hit the dresser across the room. It was impressive and horrifying.
My (now ex) husband cleaned up after me, bless his cotton socks.
Our middle cat does this sometimes – he’ll gorge himself on cat food, then bring it back up in what looks like a solid cylinder of unchewed cat food that can fly impressively far before landing and spreading out into a pile. To make it worse from my wife and daughters’ perspective, the youngest cat will often then come running and eat it all. It’s actually better from my perspective, though, since I’m the designated cat-vomit-cleaner, and if the youngest cat is in the mood to do the cleanup instead, that’s fine by me.
As an adult, while a member of the British armed forces, I projectile vomited on more then one occasion.
It wasn’t a medical condition.
It was seeing people who had been out shopping, reduced to smears on buildings in Belfast City Center , after the latest I.R.A. coward bombing.
Food poisoning came with projectile vomiting.
All over the bathroom walls.
Occassionally when I’ve had a really bad seizure.
Apparently, 274 people “like” projectile vomiting.
Well, you know what they say, “better out than in”.
It’s happened to me. I have Meniere’s disease and get dizzy easily. At one point, I went on an amusement ride that I thought would be safe. It wasn’t. I actually reached out my hand as far as it could go to catch the stuff, preventing it from splashing everywhere Therefore, it pretty much just splashed on me. It was very embarrassing.
The only time I’ve done this, alcohol was involved. 8-10 tequila shots, and a medium pizza, in like 45 minutes. I remember sitting on the toilet, in a typically-sized stall, and going from fine to vomit-covered in .02 seconds. All splashback off the stall door. Good times, good times.
Joe
If you don’t mind, were you able to clean up somewhat and go back your group or did you slip out the back door? I think I’d prefer being Carrie than you covered in vomit.
I was completely and utterly blotto. I literally could not walk straight. This was a college dorm, and the gathering was not in my room, so I left my mess in the stall and collapsed into bed in my room. I’m sure I dumped my clothes and sheets the next day. I felt bad for the janitor, but I was a snot-nosed kid, and didn’t clean up the stall at all. I’d handle it differently, now.
Joe
I had surgery a couple of months ago and felt great afterward. No nausea or dizziness, up and walking around after a couple of hours, drinking lots of water. Then supper came, and a tickle of queasiness started. I valiantly finished the meal, feeling worse and worse, then about 2 minutes later I turned to my mom and said “I’m going to puke NOW.” It all made it into the garbage can she handed me, but it was an impressive volume and force. 3 heaves and I was fine, but they didn’t feed me again that night until ice cream with pain pills crushed up in it at midnight. I almost regretted having the bin, it would have been fun to try for the wall opposite my bed.
I got food poisoning once from eating an unrefrigerated cheese sandwich… I started projectile vomiting while driving… up hill… It would shoot out of my mouth and hit the steering wheel and splash back on to me. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible so I kept driving.
I did once, the night my favorite aunt died, which also happened to unfortunately be New Year’s Eve. I ate a good deal of a fancy cheese plate, and drank most of a bottle of Bailey’s. I am not a heavy drinker, and in fact, I do not have good tolerance for alcohol, but have never, previous to this occasion, drunk enough to vomit. Usually I fall asleep long before that point. Apparently, the mixture of the cheese and the alcohol-with-cream was a very bad thing.
I don’t remember much of it, I remember stumbling in the direction of the bathroom, feeling, bad. My jaw dropped and, without the slightest effort or even a tiny heave, vomit SHOT out of my mouth with amazing velocity. Luckily, I was aimed at the toilet, but considering the speed, it certainly did not stay there. My feet and legs were totally splattered, as was the entire toilet and the floor. I was actually too amazed at this to feel bad about it. And not having done even a little heaving, my throat/back/stomach didn’t hurt the next day, as it usually does when I have to puke (due to food poisoning, flu, etc.)
BTW, the smell of cheese-booze-vomit? HIGHLY uncool.