not being much of a drinker, my upchucking memories are mostly of the traumatic childhood experiences variety.

what always gets me is the CARROTS! spew is almost always accompanied by little orange floaters.

did u find carrot bits in your custard-vomitting episode?

I've got a bit of a disease having in the guts so I make many midnight calls to God on the big white phone.

Worse most recent spewing incident I witnessed was the drunk guy who chundered on the train just as it left Strathfield. Next stop was 20 minutes away. We rose in a body and charged into the next carriage.

I have thrown up far to many times to even mention...I must have a weak stomach....though I thought I was fairly normal until I met my husband who hasn't thrown up since elementary school...I only wish that was my case....I think I have thrown up 2 times this year already...

I guess I do have a good story about the first grade…I was sick…and my teacher didn’t believe me…I was a little slow when it came to math naturally so she was always making a humiliating scene in class about how slow I was…but this day I was extremely slow…and I told her I felt bad…but she wouldn’t let me goes to the nurses office…and didn’t believe me…so they went on to story time and everyone gathered in the corner on the carpet and had a story read to them…she placed me at her desk to finish the work…not only was I sick and humiliated, I was really upset I could have fun with the other kids…so I was upset on top of everything….i proceeded to through up all over her desk, all over her chair, she grabbed me and dragged me out of the room I throw up on her shoes, she cover my mouth (while I was throwing up) and told me to shut up as we got into the main office “shut up there are people on the phone!” like I could help that I was chocking on the vomit she was blocking with her hand….I spent a good hour or so throwing up…I hate that woman…..Mrs. Whitaker (sp?)! When she retired (I was in high school) they asked all of her previous students to write her a letter for a special book. I refused…but later thought I should have written this tale….she was so horrible…very mean, and a disgusting person…she got hers though….or should I say mine…all over her desk, shoes, hand, and I am sure other places…I was kind of busy to notice everything!

I throw up frequently, I guess you'd say, statistically speaking. Because my stomach and my sinuses haaaaate each other. Before I was on sinus medicine, and when I was attending my Catholic grade school that required daily Mass attendance, I used to vomit right on cue when the congregation would start in on the Lamb of God recitation.

Even then, my feelings toward Catholicism showed themselves plainly...

I have to love your choice of words! "an epic, chunky lake" is classic, if amazingly disgusting. Cheers!

I blew beads through most of my honeymoon. You think it was a sign? The doctor said food poisoning/intestinal virus, but I think he was just trying to make Herself feel better.

Hello Shauna,

I have been lurking here for a while (I'm a new blogger) but when I saw this post I knew I had to make a comment.

I once got very, very drunk on cheap sparkling in Manly, then endured the Ferry back to Circular Quay. Never, ever get on boat when plastered - the rocking motion is not helpful and you can't get away from it. I ended up lying down in the toilets for the whole journey and made it without chucking, only to spew up all over the platform at Martin Place 15 minutes later.

Never ever thrown up due to over-indulging in liquors. Never! But have thrown up due to food poisoning at least once a year for my entire adult life. Apparently I'm quite susceptible. That food that's kinda hinky that you would eat with your fingers crossed would have me riding the porcelain bus in an hour.

I'm still traumatised from projectile vomiting during school chapel when i was 15...in front of the whole school, barely missing the school principle...and they ended up having to recarpet the whole thing!!

The one and only time I threw up from alchohol was out of my 2nd story bedroom window onto the roof of my house... and my boyfriend of the time who was climbing up the roof to return my mobile that I had drunkenly put into his pocket instead of mine... as he handed over said phone, I thanked him with another onslaught of vodka and orange juice.

*delightful*

Hi Shauna -- funny, I was just reading The Electric Michaelangelo by Sarah Hall, and the whole first chapter is about how the protagonist spends his boyhood helping around his mother's hotel for consumptives in a resort town...and he has to hold the basin for everyone's incredibly nasty expectoration.

And now wnp too? It's gross-out week.

My most memorable time was the first time I got really drunk as a teen. My friend and I had been guzzling Moosehead (a very popular "high quality" beer for kids in the Deep South in 1982) and because I was both new to the whole inebriation thing and weighed about 90 lbs. in wet clothes, I got whirly-headed pretty fast.

I made it home fine though, weaving in quietly, not disturbing my folks, and congratulating myself on my ability to handle my beer. A callow youngster, I knew nothing about bedspins or sitting up and drinking water, or any such thing. I collapsed in bed, pulled the handmade afghan knitted for me by my grandmother up over me, and embraced stupor.

I awoke at 5:00 AM, with a pounding head and covered in nastiness. I had avoided rock-star death, but in the process had spread the evidence of my juvenile delinquency to the four corners of the very large afghan.

Guilt-stricken, I crept out to the garage and attempted to launder the afghan in secret. But my early-rising parents found me out. I managed to convince them that I had the stomach flu, and spent the rest of a beautiful Saturday lying on the couch, eating saltines , hoping that the absence of a fever wouldn't give me away.

The one and only time I've thrown up in my sleep.

Quite the conversation you started here, Shauny!

My most memorable would have to be when I was 4 years old, and I got out of bed in the middle of the night to try to go poop because my tummy hurt. I wasn't able to, so I wandered into my mom's bedroom where she was asleep and leaned over her to say "Mom, I can't go the--" and proceeded to throw up all over her face. I remember her sitting up in bed SCREAMING with my puke running down her face and my dad running to turn on the light and chaos insued.

Ahhhh the things mothers have to put up with!

long time listener... first time caller...

last time i threw up was a few weeks ago when i was sick with the flu... i swallowed so much phlegm that i brought it all up until my stomach was empty... i then proceeded to vomit nothing (not even stomach acid or bile) for the next few hours...

i also have two memorable drunken vomiting tales to share... i'll summarise...

round one... consumed half a bottle of cheap vodka and orange juice within the space of an hour... ended up naked and vomiting in the shower while my friend pushed the vomit chunks down the drain... woke up the next day to find 8 photos were taken in my camera... had the film processed to discover myself modelling an extremely tight pair of navy blue speedos and a fur hat...

round two... consumed a bottle and a half of red wine with a pasta dinner... was sitting on the toilet urinating (i couldn't stand up) and threw up red wine and pink pasta all over my crisp white underwear... i never managed to fully remove the stains... the now grey underpants serve as a reminder to my binge drinking...

Suffering from regular migraines as I do, my spews have been often and plentiful...and painful (I like how so many of us preface our spew stories with the reaosn why we spew so much).
However most memorable would have to be the time I (drunkenly, not migrainously) vomited not long after having eaten cocktail franks (or 'little boys' as they are so delightfully known) and got a unchewed chunk of one lodged in my nostril. You could see it from the outside of my poor nose. Oh the agony in having to then blow it out into a tissue, my eyes are watering at the thought.

On a wee muslim island driving home from my 31st birthday celebrations at trader vic's, out the window of a friends car, right onto the front window of the following car. It was a windy night. He refused to clean the outside of his car too, so i paid someone over the odds to do it, before my mum arrived for a holiday. There's photos' floating around somewhere....

the last time i threw up was a little over six weeks ago, when i was recovering from a caesarean section. i threw up on the operating table (after they'd taken the baby out), then a few hours later when a nurse came in to check on me. and then again the next time she came in. was it the drugs? or an allergy to the bitchy nurse? dunno, but it was definitely memorable.

I can't stop laughing - you poor people! lol More! More!

My sister and I used to share a bedroom and a set of bunkbeds. She had to learn to sleep with the light on (I didn't sleep much even then) and I had to put up with her talking in her sleep. She still does this; mostly it's just burble, only rarely making any kind of sense.

One night, sometime after midnight, she sat up and said loudly and urgently, "Get Mum, I'm going to be sick". So like a good big sister, I leapt out of bed, ran downstairs and returned with Mum (awakened) and a bucket with a bit of Dettol in it.

The supposed vomiter was sleeping peacefully, didn't stir again, and had no memory of this in the morning.

So there you go - a not-puking story for a change.

I like egg custard (or I did before I heard your story) ... although I did once have a bad experience with a clafoutis in France, also eaten to be polite.

I have to say, Scotland's brought out the worst in me for blowing chunks - i've puked in public trashcans, on the steps of posh banks on George street, and right on the curb as I just managed to get out of the taxi in time. I really wish i could hold my booze a bit better.

Last time I threw up was also the first time I met my boyfriends friends.

I decided I could out-drink a renowned tippler (who likes to be called Beerhead... no really!) on beer (never a favourite). Well it was the first time I had met him... how was I to know?!?

Through the first 4 pints (!) I was doing well and thought I would challenge his claims to 'beerheadedness'!. The next two pints had to be sunk at a fast pace to keep up with him. At that point I realised I was having trouble sitting up straight and that I should quickly get to the bathroom. Unfortunately the toilets were downstairs and my legs weren't keen on making that effort so I kind of slid down the last few.

I made it to the toilet safely and realised just how inviting the floor next to a pub toilet could be. I later discovered that my new bf had attempted to come in and find me when he had loitered outside the toilets for an hour waiting for me.

I was tucked up in bed at home by 11.30 that night and woke with the biggest hangover I have ever had to remember that my grandmother had come to visit for the first time in 20 years and we were having quiche for lunch!!! Not a great combination!

The last time I threw up was 2 years ago. The Norwalk Virus was going around my work and I was all holier-than-thou because I didn't get it.

But then... huz and I took my sister to see Finding Nemo. Nemo was new then and the theatre was packed. I'm not sure if it was all the water, or what, but I could just feel the chunks rising in my throat. The only thing that kept me from spewing was that scene in Stand By Me where the kid pukes at the pie eating contest? And then everyone starts spewing? That was my fear.

FINALLY the movie was over and all I could do was grab someone's huge bucket of popcorn out of the trash, tip it out, and run for the exit. I threw up every 2 hours for the next 2 days and had to drink water so that I had SOMETHING to throw up.

And then last summer huz and I went to Victoria, Canada on holiday. Huz wanted to go on a whale watching tour and I reluctantly agreed. So, it's FREEZING and it's RAINING and there we were, about 10 of us, out in choppy waters on a boat. Not 5 minutes after leaving the doc, an old woman shoots out of her seat and runs to the toilet. 30 or so minutes later, she comes out and is is the colour of lime jello. I'd never seen anything like it.

She sits back in her seat and out of the corner of my eye I see her leaning over the railing every 15 minutes or so. One of the crewmembers go into the bathroom and realises that the lime green woman has clogged the toilet. He goes back under with a mop and a bucket. And knee high BOOTS.

Meanwhile, huz is taking all these photos with his fancy smanchy digital camera. And then suddenly, he didn't look so good. He quickle hands me his camera and races for the toilet, but gets turned away by the crew dude, who is still cleaning up lime green woman's disaster. He points huz to the side of the boat. Huz tries to get back to his seat, not wanting to spew and hoping to just.make.it.off.this.boat when suddenly everything just seemed to go in slow motion. Huz, on his way back to me, stops and I can see the fear of OMGIAMGOINGTOTHROWUPINFRONTOFALL.THESE.PEOPLE flash across his face. Suddenly he lurches to the right of the boat, throws his head back, and we all watch as his spew arches into the air and splashs all over the handrail and side of the boat.

The whole rest of the trip, lime woman and huz took turns heaving over their respective sides of the boat. Meanwhile the rest of us just tried to keep.looking.ahead.

Well Shauny, you seem to have found the tie that binds...

Many a time have I ended a night of binge drinking with a Technicolor Yawn or two. The worst, though, would have been at a stag party I attended a few years back...

The party actually started with a 2 hr drive to the groom-to-be's acreage that turned into a 5 and a half hour trip because there are SO many little town pubs to hit along the way! Needless to say, I was right hammered before we even arrived.

Long story short, we all slept in tents that night and I managed to whistle enough beef to cover every square inch of the inside of my tent. Nothing worse than having to mop up sticky, draft-beer-frothy vomit with a roll of paper towels and a raging hangover!

hogmany 92, unbelievably hot gal snogs the face off a very drunk me.

It was about then that I felt there were perhaps just one too many tongues in my mouth.

there is no way back from mini vomming into a unbelievably hot gal's mouth.

I am THAT bad.

enjoy Australia, I weep with home sickness.

bloody hell these comments have made my day... so funny :)

It was New Years Eve. We had bocchi and cheap liquor. We then decided to drive down to the gold coast to see the sunrise...2 hours later (it usually takes 1/2 hour) and a few pit stops we finally arrived where i proceeded to vomit into the ocean and had to endure other drunken strangers asking if i was 'burlying' the water trying to catch myself a shark! All i could do was groan... It was awhile until I got that drunk again

Most memorable - backpacking in Germany, due to catch 3am train to Italy, completely plastered from drinking Zombies in a Caribbean bar playing calypso music (yes, it was snowing outside!). .. my friend was determined to get on the train so stood next to me stuffing my clothes into my backpack as I threw up... yelling at me to stop throwing up (like I had any choice)... fortunately we didn't make it as I would have spent a week in Italy sans shoes and underwear! Mind you, it would have been the perfect emergency shopping excuse!

Last - gastro... sitting on toilet, throwing up in bath... had to call out the locum doctor for a jab because i couldn't stop throwing up.

New Years Eve. Ouzo. Friends

What's worse is I think ouzo tastes like absolute... well it tastes like licorice, and I hate licorice.

1. At my then girlfriend's house for a party. A party for which I prepared my stomach by eating crunchy peanut butter sandwiches. I then proceeded to aggravate the aforementioned stomach with cheap cider (I was broke at the time). I managed to get out of the house in time, but not enough time to stop me from throwing up on the house doorstep a rather disgusting beige mess.

2. On a cycletour through Wales with a friend I started to feel rather lightheaded and tired. We stopped in Abersystwyth and I didn't feel like I could carry on, we still had another 20-30 miles to go. So my friend rings his dad, who's in North Wales and gets him to come down to pick us up. 30min later and I'm feeling really, really bad. I run to the toilets at Aberystwyth railway station and throw up all the food that I'd been feeding myself during the day in the vain hope of giving myself some energy. In a urinal. In front of the cleaner who's just finished cleaning the loos. I perk up immensely after that, and, as this is in the pre-mobile phone era, we have to wait for my friend's Dad to turn up so that I can say "I'm fine now and perfectly capable of carrying on!"

The last time I threw up was in 1998 after a rather dodgy stir fry involving undercooked mushrooms and noodles :( I was 15 and living on a boat at the time. My cabin didn't have any windows and you couldn't sit up properly in it, but it DID have a hatch/skylight thing. After hours of telling myself "I'm not gonna throw up, I don't want to throw up" I stood on my bunk, stuck my head out of the hatch and vomited all over the deck of the boat. Then I went back to sleep and left it til morning, knowing that it was lurking a few feet above my head...
Luckily cleaning the deck was easy - a quick hose down! Hurrah for seafaring.

I think this was the last time I barfed (I think) and it was memorable--I think..
Hubby (well, he was fiance then) and I were in Mexico this past January...it was my 25th birthday and our second day there..it was an all-inclusive resort...the bartender made these neat Mexican flag shots and American flag shots...We taught the entire bar to jitterbug...the music was a little Mexican man who played American classic rock on a keyboard...next thing I knew, 17 shots of free tequila and several glasses of Dos Equis were forcing a rebellion into the toilet in our room...and onto the floor...and into the shower...and into my hair. And I couldn't drink the water so I had nothing left to barf.
Next morning at the pool, I tried some bottled water and a nap in the shade, but instead let everyone know just what color my stomach acid was. Several times. Back at the room, the maid had noticed that the toilet wouldn't flush, so the hotel staff had to snake it--gallons of human waste and my puke came up into the bathroom floor. They cleaned it, but the place smelled like, well, Mexico, for the rest of the trip. I drank a lot of 7up and ate little bits of bread. So much for our romantic vacation!
We came home and Montezuma kicked my ass so severely for the next week I needed an IV. And some really soft toilet paper.
He still married me after that, and we are not taking a honeymoon to Mexico.

Good grief! What kind of people read your blog? No sooner have they drink taken but they're boaking rings round them.

When I was a student the sign of a true friend was someone who would hold your hair up when you were throwing up and then when you were finished, push the bits down the sink plug hole.

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I last threw up about 5 minutes ago. I've got that horrible vomiting/diarrhea bug that's going around right now. I think I'm almost over it, except for this damned coughing, which gives way to heaving, and the unpleasant projectile stream of phlegm. I guess my body's getting rid of the illness, but I hate continually running to the bathroom (or the shrubs), and/or the panicked search for a thick paper towel to contain my ejected fluids. It's quite unpleasant, and I'm afraid to return to class (for fear of, um, spreading the joy - or hurling on an unsuspecting classmate).

:P

My fav chuck story:

Boyfriend(old like 15yrs ago we're talking) is on an all mates camping trip. The morning after a big one a few of them are sitting around nursing their hangovers.

Steve pops out a tent and says
"Johnno is gonna kill me I needed to chuck last night and couldnt find my way out and I chucked all over him".

Abit later out comes Johnno
"Shit guys I was so pissed last night I chucked all over myself and I dont even remember"

Noone says a word until 3yrs later at his 21st!