Vomitorium Update - RR's Wee Children (Finally) Ceased Puking, Thanks for Asking

[RNB]

Saanois ~ RR did write a book, it's been published and it will be shipped soon!!! I've already ordered a copy!!!

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[Aggie4Bar]

This thread is the first time something vomit related has made me laugh. I do not do puke. No way, nada, don't even mention the word. Even Synrgystyk's cat barf post brought me perilously close to dry heaves. Have to say though, dogs are good for human puke, too. It's like a buffet and day spa all rolled into one.

I was on a major rampage last week because my brother dropped by, hurled in the back yard, and didn't mention it or bother to try to clean it up. What did the dog do as soon as I let her out to pee the next morning? She returned reeking from her roll in it, and belched vomit breath in my face, which damn near knocked me out. I stood over the trash can for probably 30 minutes with my eyes shut chanting to myself, "I will not hurl. I will not hurl. I will not hurl..." I couldn't even look at her without gagging. My lazy ass brother who even used the phrase "I promise" in regards to bathing her did no such thing. Typical. She remained in exile for 48 hours until I could muster up the nerve to bathe her. FYI, it takes two baths to get vomit stench of a dog.

[marta]

gross! (but i love reading about it)

and i do feel for you RR.

[monstrpony]

RR, I hope things are settling down at your place!

As for the "solution" for the herking cat, my canine pack discovered that ages ago. Alas, when my poor single cat starts a hairball episode, she is immediately surrounded by two eager Corgis, just *waiting* for the forthcoming "treat". And when I get home in the afternoon, the dogs are lined up at the door, and as soon as I open it, they go on a frantic expedition to see if the cat has left them a "gift". I've long since given up trying to clean.

What is a bit dicey is when I have to tell the farmsitter that, yes, my cat is prone to herking, but don't worry about it, (1) it's normal, and (2) the dogs will clean it up.

[moonriverfarm]

GA-ROSS! There is NOTHING worse than a barfing child. I thanked my god and everyone else's when my kids got big enough to go do it in the toilet by themselves. No joke - I lost like 20 pounds once when the vomit-flu went around, just worrying I'd get it, so I starved for like three months. I'd rather give birth in the middle of I-85 or on Peachtree during rush hour than be around vomit, vomit sounds, vomit smells, or vomit residue.
So my hat is off to you, RR, so being aboe to even recount your saga, much less live thru it.

[Marcella]

RR, your posts are the world's greatest birth control.

[JustJump250]

RR, your posts are the world's greatest birth control.

DITTO!! I don't do vomit. At all. Ever. Especially wee child projectile vomit! *Shudders at thought*

RR, you have far more patience than I could even hope for! Your wee ones are very lucky little children Here's hoping your household recovers quickly!

[asb_own_me]

Perhaps we should organize a laundry-detergent drive for the RR clan!

[BeastieSlave]

This brings to mind one of my favorite quotes. A dear friend said, "I'd rather throw up than fall off (my horse)". I think that sums it up pretty well for me

[arabhorse2]

Dog blarf, horse diarrhea, cat hairballs all pale in comparison to human vomit.

I don't have human children for a myriad of reasons, but I'm going to add projectile vomiting to the list.

I can't stand the smell of it, and if I had to see an ocean of the stuff coming out of various humans, wee or otherwise, I do believe I'd curl up and die! Or barf all over myself, then die!

Blech! This is the funniest, grossest thread I've seen in awhile!

[DressageGeek "Ribbon Ho"]

I have been giving this some thought...and often what makes you feel better in these situations is to know that someone went through the same thing, but maybe in a more humiliating way, so I will tell you my Worst Vomit Story. It is kind of horse related, because by the time my visiting professorship in Orsay, which is but a quick train ride of 15 min from PARIS, was arranged, I'd had Ted for only 6 months and I cut the time short.

I was finishing up my last few days, with a quick side trip to Glasgow (where I discovered likits for the first time, try explaining that through Customs - 5 likits and a holder...but I digress...). There was a small patisserie just down the street from my apartment, and it had the most mouthwatering pastries...one a cream filled delight. I just knew it would be an gastronomic delight. And so, on my second to last day there, I succumbed and bought one, where I happily ate it for dinner.

At about 1 AM I knew I was in severe distress. All I can say is, thank goodness the shower had a removable shower head that could be used to hose down the walls and floor. I couldn't get out of bed the next day, with chills and fever and such a hollow stomach, and so weak from the excessive hurling episodes, followed by the washdowns. It took me five hours to slowly sip a European sized can of Coke.

The next day, very shaky, I managed to hop the train to the next town, Gif-sur-Yvette, where I was meeting up with a colleague with whom I'd overlapped in the states. On my way to the metro, I averted my eyes so I would not see the window displays of the patisserie. My colleague took one look at me, wordlessly got me a can of ginger ale, and ushered me out of his office and into the hall, where we talked, so that there would not be any vomitacious repurcussions in his office, because that's how French guys think. Normally he would never even have gotten me the soda, but this situation called for dire extremes.

By the next day, I had packed up, and my host took me to the train station that would take me to the airport. My host genially offered to buy me a goodbye luncheon at the bistro just outside the train station. I very cautiously ordered only cola, boiled chicken, and plain noodles, and had an arguement with the owner about whether or not i could be permitted to eat such trash. (While my French is clearly not fluent, my accent doesn't sound American but European, and she was appalled that a European adult would eat this way, ill or not.)

And I was doing okay. Until my host ordered a blood sausage, and when it was delivered, he gave me a big smile, and said, "You know what this is? It's a blood sausage," and proceded toc ut into it, so it spilled its guts, and placed a huge chunk in his mouth, and chewed...

I was out of the restaurant faster than you can imagine, and there went the chicken and noodles and coke right out there in front of the metro station for all to see.

Needless to say, in Glasgow I survived on scones, tea, and Edinborough Rock and tablet.

Maybe you need some of that to help you guys over the crunch?

[Reynard Ridge]

Oh, Geek! I will say that I tried a cup of tea late last night to rather diasterous results. Even the idea of a scone is enough to make me feel rather woozy.

Seriously, we are all alive. Last night, I was in Chocomare's recliner (shoot me, please shoot me!) - the lowest of the low points was shortly after I had consumed and then quickly un-consumed the cup of tea. I was moaning softly in bed when the wee-est one marched in - nekked - schmeared in unmentionable stuff - holding her diaper. OMGiH. She HAD to have a bath - no question of letting that one sit until morning. Mr. RR did the honors, since it had been hours since he last hurled, and mere minutes for moi.

But today is a new day, and we are slowly returning to human-ness. The horses are all fed and happy, the weather is warmer and we are beginning to think that there might come a day when we eat solid food again. Perhaps not today, but surely some time later in the week.

Thanks for all of your well wishes. And while I generally don't find vomit a particularly entertaining subject, I am glad I could share my brief misery with the world.

[ChocoMare]

While normally physicians say to keep eating/drinking something, when it's as bad as you've had it, it's your body's way of say DON'T PUT ANYTHING IN ME CUZ I'M GONNA SHOOT IT RIGHT BACK OUT.. DO YOU NOT LISTEN!

The wise patient just lies there begging for a swift death but does not ingest anything till well after the mass bodily fluid exodus ceases.

[DressageGeek "Ribbon Ho"]

You are a good mother. Really. You remind me of my mom in that way. When I was 7 or 8 I got strep, and they gave me an antibiotic, and I either had gotten a secondary stomch flu or a reaction to the drug, but any orifice that could release sphincter muscles and let go was doing so. I remember lieing on the floor of the bathroom, because I was way too weak to get up, and my mom came over and started clesaning me up. And I told her, "You must really love me, because even I wouldn't do this for me."

[Reynard Ridge]

Geek, what a nice thing to say. The funny thing is, prior to actually bearing children, I would have been voted the person in my crowd "Least Likely To be A Fit Mother - Mostly Likely to Be Called Up on Child Welfare Charges."

On the surface, I am kind of brusque and to-the-point - I just don't come across much as nuturing. Although, once I actually bore two children, turned out, I was. Who knew? Helps that they are so blessed cute, I think. Although there was a point yesterday when one or the other of them was chattering away and my head was pounding, when I really, really, really wished we had a television.

[Risk-Averse Rider]

Although there was a point yesterday when one or the other of them was chattering away and my head was pounding, when I really, really, really wished we had a television.

That's the thing about kids, isn't it? One minute they can be projectile vomiting all over you, and the next they are all smiles and chattering away like nothing happened. Whereas an adult has the good sense to crawl into bed, pull the covers over her head, and STAY PUT until she no longer feels miserable.

[jhopeful]

Does your computer have a DVD player? We don't have a TV either, but if you have a DVD player on your computer, you could at least pop in a video for them to get you through the week.

[AstonMartin]

Try this......from another one of her funny threads!!

http://good-times.webshots.com/photo...61200196asZubV

You're telling me that cute little redhead was capable of such unthinkable mess? What a looker! Going to get heaps of attention when older!!!

[AstonMartin]

You are a good mother. Really. You remind me of my mom in that way. When I was 7 or 8 I got strep, and they gave me an antibiotic, and I either had gotten a secondary stomch flu or a reaction to the drug, but any orifice that could release sphincter muscles and let go was doing so. I remember lieing on the floor of the bathroom, because I was way too weak to get up, and my mom came over and started clesaning me up. And I told her, "You must really love me, because even I wouldn't do this for me."

My mom was also like this. She would stay up and hold our hair, and tell us that it would be over soon. It would usually end up in her feeling sick afterwards, but man she was ALWAYS THERE! It was scary being sick when your small, and there is nothing better than having a parent stay with you through the whole thing!

[Sannois]

Tomorrow..

Hopefully RR you will feel even better.
As gross as this subject is, you have made alot of people giggle ... or GAG!! And now that I know you have written a book, I will be getting a copy! Cant wait! Thinking solid food thoughts for you!