Sunstroke part two
Part one is here: www.b3ta.com/questions/vomit2/post608555

I just remembered part two which came during the night.

My dad and I got home, my car was still covered in sick and I went to bed.

The details are hazy. Whether I was still suffering from sunstroke and my head wasn't working right or whether I'd got up for a drink of water, I just don't know. Whatever the reason, I found myself at my dad's kitchen sink throwing up.

This, in hindsight, was bad enough. Why I thought throwing up in there was a good idea, I just don't know. Perhaps I was avoiding waking my dad by going to the sink in the house that was furthest from his bed. Perhaps I just needed a larger target.

Anyhow, this gets worse. During this exercise my stomach rumbled and I farted. Only, given that I had sunstroke, I didn't. The fart was rather more liquid than is normal.

So there I was. A sink full of sick. My pyjamas full of diarrhoea and me stuck in the middle of a brown puddle on the kitchen lino.

I couldn't move to get something to clean up the kitchen or myself. I would have had to have left the safety of the lino and spread brown nastiness on the living room carpet. There was nothing in the kitchen I could use to clean up.

I had to call for my dad. I can think of a dozen different things I could have done but back then I was stuck and out of options. I needed help.

Thankfully, he came down and helped me. It couldn't have been nice for him. It certainly wasn't for me.

Despite this all being due to me being in the sun too long, my head still blames all this on the last thing I ate in Nottingham. Ironically it is chocolate gateau.
(BearWithLittleBrain, Sun 5 Feb 2012, 14:09, Reply)