I haven’t had someone else vomit on me since 1972.
My last episode was 1993. I got a stomach bug of some sort. I’d eaten spaghetti for dinner and ended up pulling noodles out of my nose after puking. The whole experience horrified me so much that I stayed in bed for three days for fear of puking again. Since then, I’ve gone through two pregnancies and a number of trips to SE and South Asia without hurling. It’s never occurred to me that there might be a phobia thing here, but I’d say I’m a candidate!
I’d guess about 5 years, between an illness while still in college and food poisoning while in law school. I seem to go about 3 years or so in between illnesses that force me to vomit.
Right now, I’m at 7 days. Got some kind of stomach virus last Thursday. Felt sick and went home at 11, puked up my toenails at 12:15. Good times.
Favorite euphemisms for puking: “Talking to Ralph on the big white phone,” and “the technicolor yawn.”
Coupla months, maybe? I’ve always been a barfer, and not the kind that always makes it to the restroom, either.
Current streak is only nine days long.
August 2005 in the suburbs of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
I had a migraine headache while we were driving back home from about an hour out of town. I was the only one who regularly drove the Brazilian roads, but I finally had to beg my sister-in-law to give it a go so I could puke out the car door all the way home.
Later on that day, as I was still suffering from the migraine, my wife’s uncle came in with some fresh leaves, telling me it was some plant that was good for my condition. He put them in the blender with water and made a sort of juice from them. I drank it down.
I thanked him and calmly began walking towards the stairs. By the time I got to the stairs, I regretted not having gone into the first bathroom I had already passed. I quickened my pace, taking the steps two at a time. The only other bathroom was way at the other end of a long hall, and I took the final thirty feet at a full sprint, barely making the turn and wrenching the lid up as the projectile vomit was already airborne.
I felt immediately better :). That juice/tea had been in my belly for about thirty seconds before it departed. Amazing.
I have no memory of ever vomiting. I must have spit up when I was a baby, so then, I guess.
Wow, I didn’t know there were people who never puked.
This thread is making me slightly ill – had to skim.
It has been about four years for me, I think. I’ve never thrown up from drinking, but when I get the stomach flu, I get it bad. The last two or three times I’ve had it, I’ve wound up in the hospital for a few hours with an IV for anti-nausea and hydration. I don’t know whether I really get it that much worse than other folks or if I’m just a wimp about it, but there you have it.
Any time I get sick, I remind myself to be grateful it isn’t the stomach flu.
I haven’t vomited since 2002. At the time, I hadn’t vomited for years, either. I threw up all the time when I was a kid, too. Carsick + weird reactions to new food + colds all the time = lotsa puke. (My poor parents.) I remembered always feeling better after I threw up, too, so in 2002 when I realized I was finally going to puke (had some sort of stomach bug) I felt relieved. Then I threw up, and it was horrible. I still felt sick, but with the addition of heartburn, dizziness, and vomit breath. I hope I don’t throw up again for a while yet.
Another non-puker: my brother-in-law has never vomited. He’s almost 23. He was born 6 weeks early, and had to have some sort of emergency surgery because his intestines weren’t fully developed. At first, doctors told him it would be impossible for him to, but then as he got older he was told “Well, maybe you could, but if you haven’t yet, you probably won’t.” I don’t know the details, obviously, but the idea of an adult not knowing what it feels like to vomit just fascinates me.
I hate vomiting* and I was really proud of my thirteen-year streak of no barfing. Then I had a weird week when I painlessly whoopsed up my breakfast a few days in a row (yes, I took like a million pregnancy tests, they were all negative), and I think I had a good decade going thereafter.
Then I had a child. I swear, they incubate and mutate some nasty freaking stomach bugs. Part of the reason I had such long puke-free periods was that I resist it with all my might, but these two viruses, within two years, were not to be negotiated with. Like, I puked up ginger ale; and not polite burpish puking, but turning-inside-out, coming-up-like-a-freight-train puking. That time I actually had to use anti-emetic suppositories just to stay out of the hospital.
*especially when it’s really violent and goes up into my sinuses - thanks, Nature.
Last time was, I think, in about the summer of 2001. I was massively drunk. Haven’t been anywhere close to that drunk since, and I don’t tend to get nauseous (nauseated?). Even when I was pregnant, I felt sick for 3-4 months, all day every day, but very low-level. Never to the point where I even feared that I would actually vomit. The only thing that ever typically makes me puke is drinking. Which is part of the reason I don’t do all that much of it anymore.
Lucky fuckers. I don’t think I’ve gone 6 months without puking since reaching majority. In the beginning, it was excess drink; now that I don’t drink, it is mostly migraines and the occasional stomach bug (especially when I was living in Beirut).
Sometime not later than 1994. It’s been so long that I can’t remember, precisely. And it happened then because I took an iron supplement on an empty stomach.
But right now, I have my first fever since 2000.
I was a pretty healthy kid, so probably between the first or second grade and the start of college.
Yeah, me neither. Lucky bastards, that shit HURTS sometimes. The other night I was treated to at least two or three rounds with nothing left to get up so I was just dry heaving. Awful. My abdominal muscles still ache.
Last time I threw up was probably three years ago or so. It wasn’t food poisoning or alcohol. It was actually some weird allergy or lung infection. I’d keep coughing and hacking and coughing and hacking until finally I went outside and coughed until it triggered a gag reflex thing and I threw up. That happened every so often over the course of a couple few weeks then I finally got over it.
I don’t think I’ve thrown up since I was 11. I’m almost 28. I have sometimes thought I was going to throw up, but instead just emitted a giant deep burp.
My sister also cannot remember ever vomiting, so it may be a genetic thing.
And I was in the Army AND went to university in Canada, so let me tell you, I have consumed some truly awe-inspiring amounts of alcohol.
Last time I vomited was about six to eight months ago, I think (always, always check the expiry dates on your Midol packets).
Ignorance fought again. I had no idea that there were lots of people who so rarely (never!) puke.
I don’t mind it all that much as it usually makes things better. Then again, I’ll pretty much eat or drink anything-kinda like a dog that way.
I figure if I’m not puking once a year or so, I’m underutilizing my puking muscles.