7 Different Words for Vomit

If you are one of those people who get queasy when you hear about vomit, don’t read the rest of this. I figured I would go ahead and tell of my adventures from this past weekend.

I woke up Friday feeling fine. I even got up early enough that morning to grab a mocha cappuccino on my way to work, which never happens. It wasn’t until 10ish that I started to get the feeling that my stomach wanted out of my body and it was going to figure out how to do it. I hate being sick in public places, especially bathroom sick. So after about 3 trips to the bathroom at work and not feeling like there was any end in sight, I decided to go home. I had felt fine earlier that day, so I had a feeling that my boss might think I was faking... but I didn’t really have an option. He was pretty good about it and I headed straight home. I visited the bathroom a few more times and then went to try to sleep it off.

I woke up about 2 hours later and I felt a lot better. I met my friend Jennifer for pizza and was feeling great. I was going to take it easy with the pizza, but only got about 3 bites finished before I started getting really hot and slightly dizzy. I apologized to her and headed back home. This is when it really started to go downhill. I then visited the bathroom every 10 minutes and didn’t think there could possibly be anymore in me. This is also the time that I started getting really queasy and I threw up a few times. I insisted that Ben still go out to eat with our friends and that I would be fine.

A few hours later I decided that I might need some Gatorade or something to drink so he brought me some home and decided to stay and take care of me. He was only in our place for about 5 minutes before I had to run back to the bathroom. I started getting really dizzy and when I came out of the bathroom my hearing got really faint and the tunnel vision crept in on me. I called out to Ben, “I’m going to pass out!” I started to lay down on the floor and the next thing I knew Ben was frantically saying “Heather…Heather can you hear me?” while I laid passed out on the floor. When I came to all I was able to say was yes before the rest of the contents of my stomach decided they needed out now! I got up on my hands and knees and proceeded to vomit, up-chuck, hurl, Ralph (feel free to put in your favorite word here) all over our hardwood floor in the hallway. This is graphic, but needs to be said so you know how awful it was. It was so watery that it just kept expanding on the floor. I had to crawl backwards while spewing so I didn’t get my knees it in. I couldn’t catch my breath and then remembered how much I hated to spew. The vomit started to go under the linen closet door and got all over some bags in there. I was finally able to crawl to the bathroom where I laid on the floor and tried to catch my breath.

Poor Ben. Poor poor Ben. I know it should be poor me, but he just had to stand there and watch all of this. I can’t even begin to imagine what it looked like or how helpless he must have felt to see his wife passed out on the floor and then see her start regurgitating everywhere. He was wonderful though. He made sure I was okay, got me a change of clothes, and cleaned it up.

I would like to say that because I felt a little better after that… the night got better. BUT it didn’t. The queasy feeling returned while I was trying to sleep it off. Oh and I forgot to mention that I was getting these awful cramps in my legs and feet during all of this. I couldn’t sleep because the tops of my feet were cramping so bad that my toes were spreading. It was more than annoying! Finally, at 3:30a.m., I asked Ben to take me to the Emergency Room. I couldn’t take anymore of this nausea.

There they gave me an IV and pumped me full of 2 bags of fluid. They said I was severely dehydrated and when they made me stand up I almost passed out again. I had to be wheeled in a wheel chair. I looked pathetic. After some blood work and peeing in a cup…they said I should feel a lot better after I rehydrated and took some nausea medicine. They just thought it was a flu bug or something. Oh and while peeing in the cup I accidentally got my gown in the toilet. It was pretty much all of the back of it…soaking wet! So I had to ask for a new one…so that made me feel oh so cool! Our nurse was very nice though and the ER even called yesterday to check up on me to make sure I was feeling better. How nice was that?

I felt a lot better when we left and gradually I was able to eat some of the BRAT diet. (Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, & Toast). I slept a lot and took it easy. Tuesday I returned to work where I was able to tell my boss, “See I wasn’t faking!” ha.

Ben didn’t end up getting sick so that’s a huge blessing! It might be because he soaked the house in Lysol about 3 times.

I heard that this Saturday is supposed to be 61 and sunny. We plan to make the most out of this weekend to make up for the crappy crappy crappy weekend we had last week.

I did get to watch a lot of movies though. That part was awesome.
I watched the following...

No Country for Old Men
3:10 to Yuma
Dead Poets Society
Blood Diamond
Being John Malcovich

Oh and I feel 100% better now, but I might be giving up Cappuccino for awhile.