My Worst VomitWe all love a drink. Some of us love them so much they want to see them again on the way out of their mouths. I once got caught by surprise by the boozy sickness while chatting to some friends in my kitchen. Quick as a flash I grabbed a nearby pan and chundered away merrily in it. Realising it was probably time for bed I staggered off to my room. Unfortunately, my co-ordination failed just as I reached the landing and I somersaulted down the entire flight of stairs with my saucepan full of vomit. Beat that!
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chthonic, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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a bunny named ralphas a yound child i had horrible asthma, and as a consequence i coughed until i puked a lot. couple that with horrible carsickness and that's a lot of puke for a small girl. i think my most memorable puke, though, would have to have been the time my mom took me to the ballet.
i must have been about five at the time, and my mom decided to take me to the city to see the ballet. towards the end i began to feel poorly, even more so by the time they were taking their bows. as we left i could feel the inevitable: i was going to puke. a lot. i couldn't think of where to puke was the problem. bathroom? no, huge line. i didn't want to let loose in the lobby, someone would have to clean it up. almost barfed while we were crossing the street but my mom, with some maternal super-reflexes, dragged me across the street and toward a planter, where i proceeded to vomit profusely.
and where does the bunny come to play in all this?
let's not forget that i was five at the time, and as most five-year-old girls do, i had a favorite stuffed bunny i took everywhere with me, and the ballet was no exception. so there i am, covered in my own vomit, lying on the back of the car while my mom drives us home. i managed to hold my stomach contents until we reached our driveway, wherein i proceeded once again to puke, this time all over my stuffed rabbit, thus earning it the name ralph for all enternity.
it might also be noted that the rabbit was pink and obviously female, so you can imagine the surprise when asked what my rabbit's name was the reply was always "ralph!"
i am told that i puked several times through the course of the night, most of which i must have dome while i was asleep because i don't remember. apparantly i projectile vomited while lying on my back, and it fell onto my face (hooray for gravity). the next morning my dad had to take my bedding down to the landromat and chunks of dried vomit fell out onto the floor.
looking back, i am quite proud of my achevement, mostly because i haven't yet matched the amount of vomit i produced in that night (haven't worshipped the porcelain god in six years, i beleive)
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 8:06, Reply)
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