damn i dread throwing up, my whole family has some kinda flu........... YICK!! anywhoo I spent the most of yesturday huggin the potty but I am feelin better today, no vomit so far.**
i hate the gagging more...when theres nothing left. Happened to me the last time i put on a nicotine patch, i hadn't eaten for 12 hours. hieurgha hieurgha
eek, i hate throwing up, its the worst i am glad that you are feeling better, though. on friday my friend kaitlyn spent the night by the toilet. she was puking up her guts on the bathroom floor, completely missing the toilet. it was really disgusting. the sound she was making made me want to puke. alrighty, just felt like sharing
When I get sick I put a cold cloth on my stomach. It helps stop or calm the pukes. Saltines and Ginger Ale were always a big hit too. I hope you feel better. Ask your Lil' One to rub your back. Lil' hands feel so relaxing tickling your back. (if you can stand being touched)
i think everyones better cept jason. eeek i remember being little and throwing up was like the scarryest thing in the world. i used to think i was gonna die when i threw up when i was little....
Be happy you arent puking at a time like this. This came from the somethingawful.com forums. I had it saved in a txt and am no longer on the site. Its in the general bullshit forum and is pretty new so should be on the first page. Just so no one accuses me of ripping or somthing. " There are times in my life I'd give various parts of my body to undo things. If today I was able to do that, I think I'd be left with about a fingernail and some eye crust. This sunday I went to a funeral, that I fucked up, horribly. And, on top of that, it wasn't even the funeral I was supposed to be at. I shall explain. Here in sunny southern California, Santa Barbara, we APPARENTLY have two funeral homes, one by the name of Oaken Grove, which I was supposed to be at for the passing of my Aunt Julia. However, we also have OAK Grove Funeral Home. Which resulted in a google search disaster for me. So you don't have to take many guesses as to how I ended up Sunday at the WRONG funeral home. I am also by no means what I considered to be a wussy man in this regard. I've watched 2 entire seasons of 6 feet under without flinching. I can view the pain.jpgs without missing a beat, but in my 22 years of life I've never been confronted with the real thing. If only I had known my reaction I would have just stayed home and done nothing like I enjoy doing on a daily basis. But fuck, Julia used to let us stay at her home in Orlando every summer, so I owed her at least a farewell. At this point, things go sour. So I arrive at the funeral home, trying to look for my parents car, and being unable to find it, I just park in the lot and prepare to head inside. As I walk in, everyone is wearing black (I'm in fucking Jeans and an Aqua Teen Hunger Force T-Shirt) so, strike one! Everyones back is to me and the only seats I can see are in front. I also don't recognize anyone, but that doesn't strike me as unusual because I really didn't know Aunt Julies friends and we're not really big "family" people. I head to the front and sit down. There's bad music playing and I'm looking for someone, ANYONE that I know. Then things start to kinda look bad. Not only do I not know any of these people, but they're all entirely unfamiliar. To the point where I'm uncomfortable. A few more seconds and I start to hear weird languages, and chanting? Oh shit, is that the star of david? Oh SHIT. These people are all Jewish! Fuck this isn't good. But like an idiot, I'm not thinking "wrong funeral" I'm thinking, "I can't believe I didn't know Aunt Julie was Jewish! What a horrible nephew I was!". Strike two! If I had been run over by a car before that day, the world would have been a better place. Soon, a female Rabbi gets up and invites people to come up and say goodbye to the deceased. I, now determined at this point to act normal despite my surroundings, and being in the front, stand and quickly walk over to the closed casket. Seeing as I'm the first, and that I knew there was going to be an open casket, I thought that I was supposed to open it for everyone else. Guess what? You're NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT. I open the front half of the lid to reveal a horrible looking corpse, a half skeletal half open flesh wound face. And, almost instantly, I vomited. Lots of it. Much of it on the corpse. I then proceeded to pass out. This weird kinda fade out type I've never had anything like before, as if someone was litterally draining my sight and senses from me. I kinda "came around" sitting on the steps outside of the home with the Rabbi petting my hand saying things like "It's ok, it's ok, you weren't supposed to do that, what's your name? Do you know your name?" like I was some sort of head tramua victim. Apparently I had been kinda babbeling and not making much sense after my little vomit attack at the coffin up to this point. Eventually we figured things out between just the Rabbi and I, and she told me that it would probably be a good idea for me just to leave now and not go back inside and appologize. I wasn't going to argue and was more than happy to just get the hell out of there. It was a horrible situation, and by the time I figured out where I was supposed to be it was to late. Not that I felt up to going to see another corpse that I KNEW was going to be in an open casket. Ugh. It's been almost two days now and I'm wondering if I should send flowers or something."
oh my god, that makes me feel better about a lot of things. i have heard of people going to the wrong funeral, but nothing like that.
Yeah, I laughed after I read that. Was one of the funnier stories ive heard in awhile, kind of sad though.
i havent thrown up in 5 yrs... i dont get sick very easily good luck with the non-vomit thing u got going on
