Tonight I went out to see Spider-Man 3 with a friend. I liked it, despite the mediocre reviews it got.
We then dined on Nachos and Beer and other manly foods and went our separate ways.
After a long subway ride, I finally got home to my humble abode. I checked the snail mail and went upstairs, whereupon entering my apartment I felt like I inhaled a particle of dust or somesuch which had then become lodged in my windpipe.
So I coughed. I coughed and coughed and coughed some more, but it would not go away.
So I got a glass of water. I took sips in between coughing a little bit and making no progress. Then, I started coughing uncontrollably in between strained breaths and, completely without any warning, promptly blew chunks all over my apartment floor.
I have ruined my 3.5 year no-vomit record. And I just spent the last half hour scrupulously cleaning up my own puke.
But the good news is that whatever worked its way into the top of my trachea is now gone.
If “other manly foods” is your way of glossing over the fact you ate a Black-and-White Cookie tonight, I think I know why you puked. Or maybe I just watch too much Seinfeld.
I had a perfect record of no non-alcohol-related vomiting as an adult until I met my emesis nemesis, anesthesia. I made up for 15 non-puking years in three hours.
I’ve never understood stomach flus - so, you get sick, and you just up and puke? I get sick occasionally, but it never ends in puking. Diarrhea, sure, so bad I got dehydrated once, but vomiting just isn’t my thing.
If it weren’t for vomiting, I could deal with the stomach flu. But when I get it, I get it BAD. Enough to put me in the emergency room for a few hours, the last couple of times. Of all the associated unpleasantness, there is nothing worse for me than the throwing up and nausea leading to it.
Ask my wife how much she’s enjoyed having to deal with me when I have the stomach flu. It has been three years, knock on wood.
My husband holds the record among people I know. He hasn’t puked since he was in Vietnam, and he’s been home since 1967. He also hasn’t shaved since then. I wonder if there’s a connection.
I really wish people would put some information in their thread titles and/or the first three sentences of their OPs regarding the fucking SUBJECT, thereby allowing those of us who prefer to not to read about, oh, say, vomit, to just skip the TMI threads. I honest to God don’t think that’s too much to ask.
This baby I’m carrying ruined my 12-year record (twice!). But, given how much worse the “morning” sickness could have been, I’m pretty happy. And it has dialed my emetophobia down a couple of notches, so that’s good.
I had a 16-year record doing. I got completely off my face at a party in '88, had that conversation with Ralph et al. Then nothing 'til two years ago, that night – actually in the wee hours of the next morning – after a meal of Swiss Chalet. Took that day off work, too.
I was riding an 8-year streak until a nasty bout of influenza three weeks ago. Three solid days of puking (with associated fever, body aches, etc - it was the 'flu, after all).
And then, as a special bonus, a secondary respiratory infection three days after the 'flu cleared up on me. To make matters complete, the secondary respiratory infection turned out to be resistant to the first antibiotic they gave me - so today is the first day in a little over three weeks that I haven’t sincerely wished for death.
Did you know that X-ray technicians go a little postal when you can’t tell them for sure you’re not pregnant after they’ve just taken a chest X-ray? Oh, yes, yes they do.*
*Turns out that, no, I’m not pregnant. A little sad (my husband and I have been trying for the last year or so), but for the best under the circumstances!
I had a bad reaction to the medication I took a couple of days ago and spent the next hour heaving into the toilet. My sympathies and a cold glass of water to you.
You keep track? Why? Does anyone else think that’s a little weird?
It could be just me that doesn’t, I guess. I don’t even know how long it’s been since I had a cigarette or a drink, much less how long since I’ve had stomach bug.
Would you have got a prize if you held out for 4 years?
Kalhoun, did your hubby get a prize? Friedo needs to know! If there’s no prize, you might as well puke every Saturday night (as I did during the whiskey rebellion of 1989)
My only non-alcohol puking since college has been the result of two cases of food poisoning, the latest of which was two months ago. That, friends, was power-vomiting at its finest - between 11 p.m. and 8 a.m. my wife estimates I vomited about 18 times, the first six of which had me wishing fervently that I was dead and the remainder mostly that I was somewhere else. Violent sessions in the bathroom caused by problems at the other end bracketed these thrilling times.
Mrs Survey, btw, is due with our first baby in two weeks and hasn’t vomited or for that matter felt very queasy once, outside of the night I brought home my dinner - Mongolian beef and orange chicken. For some reason Chinese food gets her feeling blah.
That reminds me of a Billy Connolly routine called Casual Vomit, in which he talks about how men of his father’s (and my father’s, so I know it’s true) generation will vomit like they sneeze or cough, without thinking of it. Feel ever so mildly off-colour? Go and puke into the toilet. For the rest of us, though, it’s so horrible an experience that, as Connolly puts it, “I have to be fuckin’ GREEN first before I’ll think about it.”
