November 8, 2003 I was moving across Houston and doing a phone interview with the NBA (I didn't get the job :-( ) that day. I lost 8 pounds in less than 24 hours. I had Mexican food the night before because it's where someone else at work was willing to pick up food. I must have thrown up 15 times, probably more. I haven't had Mexican since, and I seriously doubt I ever will.
uhhhh.... the last time that I can remember... well found the evidence of in the morning was: Last summer, I was at a co-worker's birthday/graduation party, and after a several beers, I decided I didn't want anymore beer, I wanted the trashcan punch..... THEN when I was drinking the trashcan punch, I couldn't taste the alcohol, so I drank a crapload more (imagine that)... I finally went to bed (on a waterbed none the less) with a trashcan beside the bed in case I threw up and wasn't gonna be able to make it... That night I dreamed about throwing up in the trash can, and woke up at 8:30 the next morning to put the trash can back in its place, and lo and behold: the trash can was full of trashcan punch.
tuesday april 13th. i was babysitting and it was quite embarrassing talking to a 4th grader through the door as he asked me if I was alright. I had some bad turkey that day I think, then that night i had ravioli with chocolate milk. my stomach felt weak all night and i was trying to get through the shift without hurling. ten minutes after i hurled, however, the mother came home and i know the bathroom stunk but I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I left. when I got home i puked the entire night, with a case of runs to boot! I was starting to throw up bile, so i chugged some water knowing i would be letting it go minutes later. sure enough, i couldnt hold water either but it was cleansing to say the least. not to mention i sleep in a loft, so that night was hell, climbing up and down a ladder all night. my back muscles were completely sore the next day from all the spasms
I had not threw up for almost 6 years until I went on my vacation to Florida. I had been sick the first few days and attributed it to the checkers burgers I once loved so much. As I was walking back from bealls I had a strong wave of nausia come over me and I just leaned over and let it fly right there infront of a family of 5 on their way in. I didnt even care, it just felt good to let the demons out.
My 14-year streak came to an end last month. Ate some bad pudding (I'm so not kidding) and was harfing for two days. Worst part: After going through that, I don't think I can ever eat pudding again.
Hadn't thrown up in like 4 years(used to throw up frequently on airplanes(and I used to travel a lot)), but after eating some mexican food, i got the norovirus, and threw up for an hour almost, then threw up once a day for a week... ya it sucked. Won't ever eat Mexican food again... especially if it is offered to me for free.
I go through that. I couldn't eat hot dogs for at least 3 years after I puked once after eating 3 or 4 smothered in ketchup. Same goes to this day for Crab Salad.
I know that feeling... hate that feeling. It's happened several times in the last few years when I've gotten sick/stressed. It's when you wish you had two toilets, facing each other.
I have a hard time getting all the crap out of my system when I wake up. Can't really hock (sp?) a loogie. Sometimes it makes me gag, then I end up throwing up a little. Rarely, though. It sucks.
I let myself be dumb and got dehydrated a couple of months ago. I just wasn't drinking enough liquids and it caught up with me. I never feel thirsty, so I have to remind myself throughout the day to drink water. Anyways...when you get dehydrated, you blood pressure drops when you sit up or stand...when your blood pressure drops quickly, you feel nauseated...so I threw up dinner. I used to get sick all the time, but I make it a point to wash my hands as much as possible, so I had a decent streak going except for the dehydration incident. I always would get sick when we traveled as well...maybe the stress, maybe being out of rythem or eating too much restaurant food...don't know.
Unfortunately it was this Saturday night. I went to Victor's Deli on 1960 for lunch and that night I woke up about 12:30 am and my gut felt like someone was stabbing me. The "doorman" in my guts then decided that it was time to shut the club down and he sent everyone out in a mad rush.... through BOTH the exit and back through the entrance at the same time. I prayed that I would pass out it hurt so bad. My face went numb. My hands curled up like I had severe arthritis. After the longest ten minutes of my life I was finally able to stand up. I brushed my teeth and went back to bed. Damn you Victor's. Damn you to hell.
