tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post2202822534567325963..comments2023-10-10T04:23:06.600-07:00Comments on Breathe In Breathe Out: My Puke StoryEvangeline Denmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751937297015889994noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post-78651718147096475252018-01-08T09:17:02.814-08:002018-01-08T09:17:02.814-08:00My junior year of high school, I woke up one morni...My junior year of high school, I woke up one morning feeling queasy and shaky. I threw up a little water in the toilet after gagging. My mother not only insisted I go to school, but that I eat breakfast. On the bus to school, I sat with my twin sister and the boy I was dating. My stomach got steadily worse and I told my sister I had thrown up a little at hoe and felt like I was going to do it again, but she's my twin and could tell how sick I was. We got to school and it all came rushing out. I threw up a huge amount of orange juice mixed with chunks of scrambled egg and sausage in the courtyard in front of the entire school, my boyfriend and my sister, thoughIve vomited in front of her before. Bless her and my boyfriend who made sure I got to the nurse's office where I was handed a bowl. At least three other kids came into the office while the rest of my breakfast and a lot of bile splattered into that bowl. Since mysistdr and I are identical, the nurse wasn't sure which was which and called my mother to tell her one of her gains was in her office vomiting profusely. She came and got me and I threw up all the home. The next night, my sister started throwing up, so my poor mother was emptying two buckets for the next 3 or 4 days. Lost 5 pounds though, because for that whole week I pretty much threw up whatever I put in my mouth. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11058096467428284362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post-54550346273808038702011-06-16T18:40:17.021-07:002011-06-16T18:40:17.021-07:00Hi, I'm only twelve but I'm highly familia...Hi, I'm only twelve but I'm highly familiar with streptococcal pharyngitis (strep) and can pinpoint the symptoms fast. I've never vomited from strep but (TMI) dime sized pus lumps (as I call them) can make you fee like you're suffocating. 104 degree fever? Hallucinations guaranteed. Looking back, being scared to death of the shadows and footprints on an orange juice commercial is pretty funny. But at the time my adrenalin was pumping and a <br /> I curled under a blanket. Daring not to sleep because the reoccurring nightmare I always get with strep would be sure to follow. At some point in every case of strep I was rushed to the ER. Barely clinging to consciousness, let alone my life. I faintly remember having quips lodged down my throat. I never gagged. They always called me a pro though I felt like a wilted flower. They'd come back after the rapid strep test wide eyed and flustered. How could a pint sized person carry such a gnarly virus? A stabbing vaccine and some turd-diameter horse pills later I'd recovered. When will the torture end?All of the abovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16441355691628194259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post-51482912224266940292011-03-11T16:20:25.758-08:002011-03-11T16:20:25.758-08:00Oh Harriet, I feel so sorry for you. What an awful...Oh Harriet, I feel so sorry for you. What an awful experience. I'm so glad your friends were cool about it. Doesn't it help to know it's happened to other people? That's why I firmly believe in sharing humiliation. =)Evangeline Denmarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12751937297015889994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post-22246965511781603092011-03-11T13:45:44.005-08:002011-03-11T13:45:44.005-08:00I`m only 18 and i remember when i was in year 7 at...I`m only 18 and i remember when i was in year 7 at secondry school. I was feeling really i`ll in the morning of a big school trip and cause it cost £10 i had to go. So anyway i got in the car and was fine. When i got out the car all my friends were asking if i was ok and i just said no. 30-45 mins after we got in the coach and started off now in was a 45 min journey and i get travel sick so about 20 mins in i had started to doze off cause i felt so ill ( i leaned on my bffs shoulder) I started to feel really really ill so i sat up as soon as i did that i just knew i was going to throw up. i just covered my mouth and held it in for about 5 seconds. Then suddenly it just sprayed out of my mouth all over my friends purple felt boots. I was mortified!!!! The teahcher was sick phobic too! luckily i wasnt teased by my friends though i just got sympothy. but then i had to wait 45 - 1hr for my dad to come and then another 45- 1hr to get back home!! You can imagine what that was like...Harriet; Reporter for the History Times.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10768792840132704497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post-85731714078572465822008-08-03T15:23:00.000-07:002008-08-03T15:23:00.000-07:00Aww. I fell bad for you, but I still had to laugh...Aww. I fell bad for you, but I still had to laugh. Blessings on Jacob and your mom for cleaning up. You were certainly not in condition to do it yourself.cathikinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12180306267340755443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post-33071740998861311672008-07-26T09:12:00.000-07:002008-07-26T09:12:00.000-07:00Ladies and Gentelman, the above comment is from th...Ladies and Gentelman, the above comment is from the real Jacob, who has become something of a legend in our house. We tried to adopt him, but had to settle for simply praying that one day our boys would be a little like him--though I don't see how they're going to pick up that accent here in Colorado. Maybe if I ship them to my aunt and uncle in Georgia, they'll come back saying 'Yes Ma'am' and willing to clean up vomit. I'd be the most blessed mom on earth if Monkey and Chunkey turned out half as good as Jacob!Evangeline Denmarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12751937297015889994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post-31792945423114823942008-07-26T06:56:00.000-07:002008-07-26T06:56:00.000-07:00Such fun and crazy memories from my first time at ...Such fun and crazy memories from my first time at your home! Your story is making me think about the first Moot. I remember feeling so bad for you, after spending the whole evening so sick downstairs at the critique group. No worries! I felt like one of the family from that point onward.Jakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257778526975652853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post-56970559304601416682008-07-24T21:22:00.000-07:002008-07-24T21:22:00.000-07:00I actually laughed out loud several times while re...I actually laughed out loud several times while reading this--and I'd already heard the story! But I tell you, if you had to pick the stranger to throw up in front of, Jacob would be the one. (Yes, I ended a phrase with a preposition.)MangyCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02448555438707438378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post-62190370204648466022008-07-24T19:08:00.000-07:002008-07-24T19:08:00.000-07:00E - you are SO funny! I LOVE it! Don't have a ba...E - you are SO funny! I LOVE it! Don't have a barf story of my own cuz I don't barf. Think opposite. <BR/><BR/>However, the girl sitting next to me during the 7th grade honor society induction ceremony turned green and barfed and barfed all over the gym floor. A slew of us bolted away, but then the barfing became contagious and other people started barfing. Once that was over, my friend Kim set her hair on fire while lighting a candle at the same induction ceremony. Burning hair and barf. Ew.<BR/><BR/>But yours is funnier, cuz it happened to YOU!D. Gudgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00258476859577815477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966669004247225428.post-58725794005790122402008-07-23T22:27:00.000-07:002008-07-23T22:27:00.000-07:00Wow. And that's all I can say on this subject.Wow....Wow. <BR/><BR/>And that's all I can say on this subject.<BR/><BR/>Wow. <BR/><BR/>A prisoner of hope,<BR/>MeganMegan DiMariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12114463270734382638noreply@blogger.com