Did the dog at least help with the cleanup 
:eek:? /d&r
Yep, that’s exactly how I am. In the car, DH always has half an ear ready for me to yell at him to pull over NOW. And I’m always starving after.
I haven’t thrown up since I was 11, except a few months ago where I had a somewhat successful gag reflex upon getting a huge antibiotic pill stuck in my throat.
I puke, on average, about once every 10 years. I’d prefer it was less, and will do everything within my power to prevent it if I feel it coming on. I have little “anti-puke rituals” that I do (eat saltine crackers, read “comfort” books or comics from my childhood, watch mindless TV shows–anything to take my mind off of it). They probably work more often than they don’t.
The downside of this is that when it is inevitable, I sometimes don’t make it to the bathroom because I refuse to admit that it’s coming. Fortunately this hasn’t happened my last two times.
In my line of work (foreign teacher in the developing world) we puke nearly constantly. I’ve learned just to let it go. If you fight it, you’ll just end up miserable for a while and then end up puking all the same.
I’m not sure the last time I puked, probably 2 years ago or so, but, generally, if I’m intoxicated, I don’t fight it. I just go and get it over with. It’s always better and, if intoxicated, it doesn’t bother me so much. That last time I got sick I did just end up fighting it, and I managed to succeed. Still, that was like an hour of discomfort for really no good reason at all. Always best to puke, I think.
I’d rather be sick. It’s been awhile since I’ve hurled, but I almost always feel a million times better after doing so.
The only time I haven’t felt better, I think I had food poisoning and I went to the hospital where they put me on an IV and something else to rehydrate me and stop me from throwing up every twenty minutes like clockwork.
When I try to hold it back it kinda goes up into my nose, and damn does that BURN.
If I have an upset stomach, I always feel better after puking. Just the other night, my stomach was queasy and I tried to wait it out, but I was miserable, so I made myself throw up (which is really easy when I am feeling sick) and I immediately felt better.
I say hurl, if you blow-chunks and she comes back she’s yours, if you spew and she bolts, it was never meant to be.
Sorry, but a thread title like that practically ASKs for someone to quote the movie.
I’d do just about anything to keep from throwing up. I really, really, really, really, hate it, even if I know it will ultimately make me feel better.
If I feel like I’m about to puke, I can generally ‘fight it off’, and I get what I can only describe as a rush of adrenaline when I’m successful. After that, I generally feel much better. It’s like I crested the top of the hill, and I can coast from that point on…
So, quite the opposite of my husband (Suburban Plankton), I will totally induce vomitting if I feel even the slightest bit nauseated. I hate, hate, hate that feeling. I know I will feel better after I puke.
Puking is your friend.
I have a terrible migraine. I have taken all the medicine I am allowed to take and I just threw it all u p. I have been waiting for more than an hour for my neurologist to return my call and I can’t do anything but cry.
Better out than in, I always say.
I’m a puker. Heavy headache, intoxication, hangover, or even a tough cough can set me to puking. The coughing causes a gag, and once the gag has started, it’s going to come out.
I just let it go, and I always feel much better. The problem is the broken blood vessels on the eyelids/forehead.
The couple of times I’ve tried to hold it back, it’s not gone well.
My mom gets migraines with severe nausea, and throws up anything she tries to consume (sip of water? Comes right back up… we have had her hospitalized just to get fluids in her a couple of times!) She also takes Imitrex, but it is available as an injectable with a needle that you never see; my mom can inject it directly into her thigh. It might be something to talk to you doctor about. It’s a tad expensive, and there is no generic currently available, though, so make sure your insurance covers it!
I have only puked 3 or 4 times in my memory, and after each time, I have immediately felt better.
I don’t have any kind of world record for not puking, but I HATE to puke. I will lay still with my teeth gritted for hours rather than letting it go. I got nauseated with the chemo, but I never puked. Probably would have felt better, but I just couldn’t convince myself.
Hee, yeah, there’s a reason my (much taller) brother finally decided that kissing his knees in the backseat and letting me have the front on long trips was preferable to the alternative.
Chiming in, puke-free since… uh, three weeks ago… (Goddamn nausea-flu-thing-from-hell, ruining my three-year streak.)
Anyway, my mistake was apparently drinking a glass of water. Although I have a terrible phobia of puking, when it’s only water coming up and no acid, it’s unpleasant but not terrible, and I certainly felt better afterward; unfortunately, throwing up water was a sign of, “Hey, you can’t keep any fluids in, off to the urgent care for you!” That happens to feel thoroughly miserable, mentally anyway.
A nursing instructor, when asked about inducing vomiting in a patient, quoted her saintly old grandmother" “Honey, there’s more room out than in.” (With the usual warning about when not to induce vomiting.)
Of course, besides the obvious removal of potentially toxic fluid from the patient’s system, at least some immediate symptoms can be resolved by emesis.
I puke whenever I get the chance, and if it is convenient. Usually sucks, and burns like hell, but I usually feel better within five minutes.
Trying to hold it in is usually an exercise in futility; it only delays the inevitable.
Fortunately I don’t get sick often.
Hate throwing up, and I will keep my teeth clenched tight for hours, as many as it takes, until the feeling goes away. This has worked for me most of the time. The exceptions have been either drug-related, childbirth-related (too much going on to concentrate on not-hurling while giving birth), and the time I was doing fine until my husband got up to use the bathroom and made the waterbed sway. At that point I knew I was lost, but–he was in the bathroom upstairs. I knew I couldn’t make it to the downstairs bathroom so I waited until I heard the flush and the click of the door, then I bounded up. And surprised the dog, who also bounded up. And I tripped over the dog.
The result of this was that I had to give the dog (who did not like baths) a bath at 3 a.m. when I wasn’t feeling all that good–although I do have to admit, I felt a bit better than before. And the dog never slept on my side of the bed again.