My boyfriend broke a 40-year no vomit streak last Christmas when he puked from the pain of appendicitis.
I don’t have stats like that, so I won’t even give mine.
April 14 1982. around 9:30 PM
I went from age 12 or 13 (say, 1970 or so) until last spring when I got (probably) the noro virus that was going around. During that time there were one or two close calls (c.f. “I threw up in my mouth a bit”) but no full-fledged purging of the stomach. So I’d say 36 years. Can’t say I missed it.
Last Wed night/Thursday. I was on Bactrim for a UTI and I had this weird bloated feeling in my stomach that was only relieved when I managed to vomit up most of my stomach contents.
Age 11 (NYD, 1994) (bad pizza–multiple people sick) until age 19 (July 2002) (BAD bacterial infection, never found out what). About 7.5 years.
I am not counting one or two self-triggered times to get rid of migraines. If I did, it’d be closer to seven flat.
Not bad. Of course, I’ve thrown up three times since then…
13 proud years, from 1991 to 2004. I swore that after getting sick in the 5th grade and throwing up that I would never puke again. I kept my end of the bargain for as long as I could. Then I tried Red Lobster’s Lobster Pizza…
So am I, and I’m quite sure it would count as pathological. I’ve read a bit about emetophobia, and while I don’t have it as bad as some people whose testimonies I’ve read, it does affect my life in some ways. I’ve had this phobia for as long as I can remember, but at different levels. Right now I think it’s starting to affect me less, after flaring up in the fall of 2006 when I went for a period of several weeks where I frequently felt sick (didn’t vomit though). I haven’t figured out why I was feeling sick, but I think stress might have had a part to play.
What Audrey Levins says is true: if you’re afraid of vomiting, you usually do it very infrequently. Last time for me was at my birthday in 2002, when I tried marijuana (funny story with this, even though it certainly wasn’t at the time) and before that in September 2000, from being drunk. I don’t really count these two occasions, because my senses were dulled and I didn’t completely feel it. The last time before that was in February of 1994, and I have no idea when the previous occasions were, but I know it had been a long time. So I guess my longest (confirmed) streak is six and a half years, and I’m hopefully going to beat it this year.
My last time was in the spring of '78, I had the flu and I wanted to die, but I would have had to get better to have my wish come true.
I went through a regimen of chemo and radiation therapy this past Sept./Oct. and I did feel nauseous a few times, but I managed to supress it.
I hate puking, it feels like everything between my toenails and my lips is coming up.
When my wife would have a slight stomach upset, she would go into the bathroom, stick her finger down her throat, brush her teeth and come back feeling fine. I was always amazed that she could do that.
About 10 to 12 years from early/mid 90s until summer of 2006… I don’t remember vomiting while I was in high school, although I remember sometimes wanting to vomit, and I didn’t vomit when I was in undergrad.
The combination of contaminated water, exotic food, and bumpy car ride did not sit well with my stomach. I ended up not eating very well or feeling very well for a week or so…
May 2006 was the last time. I threw up under a van in Amsterdam, on my way back from an all-day beer drinking session on Queen’s Day. When I got back to the apartment, I had another beer. Hurrah!
1981-Present.
Puke and rally eh? 
Can’t do that myself. If I puke from a drinking mishap, then it’s time for a break.
Speaking of which, it was three weeks ago off some shitty 7-11 vintage red. Ugh… I wasn’t even that drunk, and then WHAM! I hadn’t thrown up since last August too…
If drinking doesn’t count, then I almost never throw up. I haven’t thrown up for 6 years since I was beginning college and got homesick, had a minor anxiety attack, and then threw up in one of the college dining halls during lunch with marching band ‘friends’. I got it all in my cardboard burger bin and was so dumbfounded what I should do that I ended up leaving the bin on the table for a good 20 minutes, paralyzed. It’s not one of my happiest memories…
I had a really bad case of stomach flu over New Year’s of 2003. After that, I can’t recall throwing up again. I cut way back on heavy drinking later that year, which eliminated what had previously been my most frequent inspiration fro prayer to the porcelain god.
I had a really bad case of stomach flu over New Year’s of 2003. After that, I can’t recall throwing up again. I cut way back on heavy drinking later that year, which eliminated what had previously been my most frequent inspiration fro prayer to the porcelain god.
Reading the story of Saint Guts-free in Haunted nearly caused me to break that streak, right in the middle of my train ride to work.
I believe the last time I spoke to John was April of 2001.
Ha!
Pikers!
February, 1962, I was coming down with pneumonia, and I illustrated the fields and hillsides of Camp Pendleton with what little Marine Corps chow I could manage to eat. I spent four weeks in the old Pendleton hospital, and since then I have enjoyed a remarkably stable digestive system where the food flows one way only.
I have two means at my disposal for avoiding vomiting:
A: Watch what and how much I drink, and
B: Avoid other people who are about to upchuck, as few things would push me over the edge into a puke-o-rama as certainly as seeing someone else doing it. I had to avert my eyes in the Monty Python film where Mr. Creosote hoses everyone in the restaurant. Seriously. Urp.
Ah, a sympathy puker. Jeez but you guys are hilarious in action. It’s like a Law of [del]Phy[/del]sicks… For every urp there’s an equal and opposite re-urp.
1999 when I got home after drinking two bottles of wine, three glasses of beer and a couple of cocktails during a birthday dinner at the New York Grill in Tokyo.
My 23-year streak ended in November 2005. Threw up in a hospital washroom. Fear of puking has definitely affected my life. I took a ferry a few years ago in which the vomit was flying in every direction. I wasn’t the slightest bit sick, having taken Gravol and having thoroughly researched methods of preventing seasickness, but the sight of all that gastric misery put me into a weird depression I still haven’t really kicked. I don’t think I’ll ever get on a boat again.
The last time I vomited was November 2001. Before that, December 1990 when I was drunk.