Oh, I LOVE this one! Thanks for the chuckles!!!
I had food poisioning back in Janurary 2004. Puked three times, and was fine. I hate puking, and will do whatever I can to avoid it. Before the food poisioning, I hadn’t puked since 1999. Not bad. 4 times in 10 years.
If I feel like puking, I just go let it out. I’ll use the index method if I must. Holding it in just makes you feel a lot worse.
The only thing that has made me puke since my appendectomy in 1999, is alcohol… and I need a lot in order to get to the level of needing to hurl. I’ve probably puked about 3 times in the past 9 years…
–Oh, last time I had puked was probably 8 or so months ago.
I take both, the injection and the pill. Pill first, and if that won’t stay down I go for the shot. This week I’ve taken three shots and seven pills. I had to go to my neurologist yesterday without an appointment and beg for a shot of Toradol because I called first thing in the morning and waited for four hours and they never called back. I was sobbing at the receptionist’s desk. Now I am on a five-day course of steroids that is supposed to break up the cycle. I am getting a CAT scan and MRI next month because it’s been a while since I’ve had them, but I know they will be clear.
Puke and get it over with, here. Ugh. My last puking episode was just a couple of weeks ago. I had been drinking, and ate a Ding Dong. Then I decided that a glass of milk would go wonderfully with the chocolatey goodness I had just consumed. However, it did not mix well with the rum and coke already in my stomach. Blech.
Before that, it had only been a couple of weeks since everyone in my house got hit by a stomach bug over the course of four days. Just a note - don’t eat Taco Bell when your stomach doesn’t feel quite right. Sitting on the toilet with a plastic trash can in my hands, puking and shitting at the same time, was the most disgusting experience of my life - hands-down (I did that on and off for about six hours). And I think I’ll never eat another Spicy Chicken Burrito again.
My husband wasn’t even able to help me out, because he was attending our 2 3/4 year old son who was puking up everything we gave him. Applesauce and purple Gatorade make for an interesting visual on a beige linoleum kitch floor, I tell ya. It’s a good thing the next day was MLK day, because hubby had the day off and took care of our boys while I slept.
I don’t have much inhibition but don’t find myself needing to that often. Many years of non-puking and then once at the end of 2007 (18 hours of food poisoning from hell) and once about a month ago (alcohol).
The first time I didn’t feel better until after the whole prolonged episode was over.
The second time I felt immediately better. Not good (hah!) but better. Many thanks to my co-worker for holding my hair out of the way.
Same here. I’ve learned that as much as I hate to vomit, I hate the “I’m going to vomit … eventually” feeling even more. Now I force myself not to hold in and just let it happen.
I have successfully held back before. A few years ago I was at the beach with some of my friends, and I had had WAY too much to drink the night before. The next morning, I found myself in the bathroom willing myself not to hurl by chanting, “Don’t puke. Don’t puke. Don’t puke.” in my head over and over. It worked, but I’m sure I would have felt much better sooner if I had just sucked it up and done the deed.
I sure have hurled in some interesting places, though. There was the Shoney’s parking lot somewhere in Virginia when I was 15…right in front of a picture window as people were eating lunch. I’m sure they were just thrilled with me. Then I caught a nasty stomach virus in college and ended up puking in the shower because I thought hot water and steam would help with my nausea. The last time was a couple years ago when Rotavirus was going around the Peds unit where I work, and of course most of the nurses caught it. My husband and I were visiting his parents at their middle-of-nowhere property in upstate NY, and I wound up yakking in the middle of the woods because there wasn’t a bathroom for miles.
I’m proud to say I’ve been puke-free ever since, though.
qft. Exactly.
I enjoy puking a lot more than I enjoy the feeling of needing to puke. So I’ll give it a couple of minutes to see if it’ll be inevitable, then I get it over with. I hate the shivering-sweating-acidic-swallowing feeling of an incipient ralph so if it looks like I’m going to tip over anyway I just go ahead and jump.
The only downside is, I don’t have to puke very often, but when I do, it’s almost always the result of food poisoning, which means it’s frequently accompanied by diarrhea. So I have to be cautious; I can’t just let my puke flag fly, because then I’ll squirt all over the wall behind me. So I puke with care, and then I turn around, have a seat, and hose down the sharp-scented bowl, trying not to splash chunks back up onto my bare ass.
Hey, you did say TMI.
I had a gastric bypass a few years back, so puking is not the horrible acid/nasty taste/goes on forever thing it once was…there’s no stomach acid in the pouch, and very little food, so it’s over fairly quickly, and I feel immensely better afters. I’ve tried to resist, on the last few occasions when I’ve had to puke, but then I just remember it’s not that bad anymore, and let go…so much relief so fast!
The only bad part is that like someone above, I break a lot of capillaries around my eyes and nose now…this never happened before the surgery. And this last time was a quite rough session…I broke blood vessels from my forehead all the way down to my cheeks. I’ve had to use concealer all week, because otherwise I look like I have a rash. It’s almost cleared up, though.