[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Ever get violently ill while out? (Page 1 of 2)
Posted: 3/7/2013 1:34:54 AM EDT
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Have you ever gotten violently ill while out, I am talking throwing up non stop, stomach flu type symptoms?
How would you deal with it while on an airplane, traveling across country, traveling abroad? Tell us your story?  
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Yeah I had it happen flying back from California. I literally threw away most of my carry on luggage, I tossed just about all my clothes and shit at the airport during a hold over so I wouldn't have to carry as much back and forth from the bathroom. This was very shortly after 9-11 so it drew some negative attention from the authorities. After they got done with the fun stuff and I explained that I wasn't trying to plant a bomb and I was just dumping the shit I couldn't carry because I was sick they hooked me up with the medical staff there. So I got to wait in the little medical room they had and when it was time for my flight they gave me a ride to the gate on one of their golf carts. Flying while sick is a shitty experience but the medical staff at the airport were great.
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| Yup. When I was in 3rd grade I got a blockage in my intestines. Did not take a crap for about 3 weeks. While in Ocean city MD for vacation I passed out while we were out to eat. My mom and step dad rushed me to the hospital where they gave me a few enemas. Luckily those worked because surgery was the next step to remove the blockage. On the way back to the hotel I threw up, pissed myself and shit in the elevator while people were on it with us. I just about died that day. |
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Two stories
- Food poisoning en route to a weekend at a casino resort. Couldn't hold it in any longer and emptied my stomach right in front of the casino while heading to the trashcan. Just didn't eat and chugged pepto - Got pneumonia on a vacation, symptoms weren't bad initially, kept drinking. 4 horrible days later, when I got home, went to the doctor |
| Headed to the cabin for the weekend, probably early April, maybe late March. I got the water going and set back to read a little beside the fire. I started getting sick. Flu like symptoms. High fever, leg cramps, dry heaves. Laid there all day Saturday. Sunday morning I felt a little better. Got out of bed. Painfully drained the water and we came home. By that evening I was my old self again. Really weird how that went. |
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I caught something while staying in Egypt. Worse stomach bug I have ever experienced. I'll leave out the details but it was pretty nasty and left me bunked on recovery for almost 2 weeks. Lived on rice and bananas cause that was the only thing would stay put while taking meds. Locals seemed to think it was entertaining. "Ooh you must be American, is Egyptian bacteria, Americans cannot handle our bacteria. I see you eat our food yes?" "you just stay here. Eat the rice, the bananas and you drink the bottle of water and everything come out as brown. When everything not come out brown you are well." |
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No puking but I did get stuck with sudden onset gnarly death flu while flying from NY to CA.
Started as a mild headache on the way to the airport that I dismissed as a hangover (was up late drinking the night before) Once on the plane it quickly degraded to a sneezing, coughing, snotty, running to the bathroom ball of nasty. Not only did I feel horrible, I felt really, really bad for the people I was sitting with. Sorry random seatmates.  I was the outbreak monkey on the plane.
Landed in Los Angeles feeling like I was going to die. We left a bit late so I missed my commuter flight home. Then the fog rolled in. Here I was, less then an hour from home and I was stuck there for at least the next 6 hours. My attempts to bribe friends and family to come pick me up were unsuccessful, further adding to my misery. I was under 25 at the time so renting a car was out, also didn't have a couple hundred bucks for a cab ride home.
Managed to catch the very last flight of the evening home. Crawled into bed and slept for the entire next day. |
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Just out of college my wife and I decided to go visit out friend in Kansas City.
We are from PA, were poor, and did not have a good enough vehicle to make the entire trip. Flying was out due to wife's absolute fear of it. We decided on a Greyhound Bus....... We get to Pittsburgh and board the bus to Columbus, OH. It is absolutely packed, not a seat anywhere - my wife and i could not even sit together. About 30 seconds into the trip, I felt that draining feeling in my gut. I knew I was going to be violently ill. So I don't turn this into a poop thread completely, I will spare details. It is a long ride in a bus from Pittsburgh to Columbus, and moreso when you are holding back the gates of hell with your butt cheeks. There was NO CHANCE I was going to use the non-functioning bathroom on the bus (ever seen Dumb and Dumber with that bathroom scene? Imagine that, but much smaller bathroom, much larger guy, and more screaming). By the time we got to Columbus, I was almost passing out from the pain. Found the first bathroom in the Columbus bus station and OBLITERATED it. Sickest I have ever been in my entire life. |
My wife and I both got sick while driving home from visiting her parents. Her mom got sick a couple of days before we left, and we caught it. Had to drive for 8 hours, with the passenger sitting there with a bucket in our lap "just in case," stopping every hour or two to throw up on the side of the road or hit a truckstop bathroom. That wasn't a fun trip.  |
| When I was a young salesman, that was one of my phobias. EVERYTIME I sat in front of a new customer, my brain would be rapid firing "what if you puked all over his desk right now".....it never happened, but was bizarre. Only bit of unwarranted anxiety I have ever experienced. |
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I am not looking to get banned or slapped by mods, so I was avoiding the poop thread.
The whole trip was terrible, the sickness added to it. Other highlights of the trip: - spending the night on floor of the east st.louis bus station - getting offered crack while on the floor of the east st. louis bus station - getting offered weed while on the floor of the east st. louis bus station - getting offered a prostitute while on the floor of the east st. louis bus station - being told that "since you are white" it was recommend that i do not leave the east st. louis bus station because "you would get stabbed within a block" - having an incoherrent and threatening run in with a bunch of Asian folks who only knew the words "Indiana" and "fuck off" - missing every connector bus we had. - driver of the bus from Pitts to Columbus falling asleep and almost smashing into a rock wall (which was fabulous for me as I am clenching my cheeks counting to 10 and trying to think of fuzzy sheep in happy pastures). |
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I was out in Allentown, PA visiting a customer for a few days troubleshooting some issues for them. I think it was food poisoning either at the Hard Rock Cafe in Philly or the Italian place recommended by the customer, I'll never know. First day I work with the customer, and they need 48 hours to run some testing. Groovy - I have a day to wander Philly. Park near City Hall, walk down to Independence Hall, take some photos, listen to some tours, etc. Stop at the Hard Rock, eat lunch, then decide to walk to the steps where Rocky had his infamous stair climb from the movie. As I'm walking, I feel something funny, and figure it's gas. Get to the bottom of the stairs, and think, OK, I need to use a restroom in the near future. Get to top of stairs, and realize nope, it's going to be much sooner - but the place was closed for a private event, couldn't get in to use the restroom. Get to bottom of stairs, and hail a cab to get me back towards my car. Get there, and the nearest restroom required I buy something from the corner shop. I buy some Tums, head to the bathroom, and unleash hell. I felt like the inside of my body was being sucked out of me. Got out, felt pale, and the shop owner just looked at me with wide, 'WTF just happened in there' eyes. Got to my rental car, and made my way back to the hotel. Nope, didn't make it all the way before having to stop again. Got out at some road side service shop/gas station, and begged the gal at the counter for any Pepto she may have. None on the shelves, but she had bought a box of the tablets. I think I tossed $10 at her and said please, I'll buy them, downed a couple, and made it to the hotel. Spent the next 12 hours in wrenching abdominal pain. I remember laying on the bathroom floor on the tile just sweating and waiting for the next moment I'd need the toilet. I called my boss at home that night and let her know I might have trouble with the scheduled next AM meeting with the customer. I struggled through it, got to the site, and got through what I needed in between excusing myself to their bathroom every ten minutes. Got back to the hotel, and returned to bathroom until the next morning when I felt a little better, flew home, and slept I think the next two days it seemed. I never travel without a handful of the Pepto tablets in one of my bags now. |
Disney Land Trip for the kids. Started with my 6 year old son projectile vomiting all over " Cinderella" during some kind of "Breakfast with Mickey"
Spread to my daughter by the time we hit the tea cup ride...looked kind of like a puke tornado flying around... 
Wife and I barely made it back to the hotel after "Small World" ride.... I will never forget that damn song going through my head with a garbage can sitting on the floor between my legs as I sat on the toilet....rocking back and forth like one of their little animitronic demons. 
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Disney Land Trip for the kids. Started with my 6 year old son projectile vomiting all over " Cinderella" during some kind of "Breakfast with Mickey" http://www.blogcdn.com/www.gadling.com/media/2013/02/la-trb-fantasy-faire-disneyland-princess-08201-004.jpg I hope you took Cinderella back to the hotel room immediately and cleaned her up. Would have been awful rude to just leave her there. When I was 5, I flew to England with my brother who was 9 at the time. Since we were flying alone, I wanted to be 'grown up' and didn't mention I had been sick earlier in the morning. About an hour into the flight the flood gates opened up. This is one of the first memories I have. Awesome. Fortunately the stewardesses were super nice and there was a doctor on board and they got me sorted fairly quickly. Took a few hours and lots of orange juice though. |
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A couple years back, I was working a flight from Detroit to Dulles. I had stopped by the Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen in the Detroit airport to find some food. I've never eaten there again. My crew and I had a few hours to kill between flights, and they went and got Taco Bell which usually goes right through me so I passed on that and got some fried chicken and a biscuit to be on the safe side. Fast forward to a few hours later... We're all loaded up and taxing out for takeoff and I feel an uncomfortable rumbling in my stomach. I figured it would pass and kept going. I got takeoff clearance and as I'm rolling down the runway I start getting the sweats. Now it's too late to do anything about it. As soon as we get the gear and flaps up I know I'm going to be headed back to the lav so I tell the guy I'm flying with to give the flight attendants a call as soon as were out of 10,000 feet and tell them that I'll need to leave the cockpit ASAP. That felt like the longest few minutes of my life. Finally I make my escape and not a second too soon. I'd never been so sick. I'm pretty sure I spent more time in the lav than I did in the cockpit that flight. It's no fun to be sick on an airplane. When I got to the hotel after that flight I called the company and told them to find someone else to take the plane out the next day because there was no way I was going to risk having that adventure again.
Edit... basically my point was Avoid the Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen in the Detroit airport |
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First off, I almost NEVER get sick. Talking to my wife Monday morning, she cant remember me throwing up in the 7 years we've been together. Not from food, sickness or belligerence.
Sunday night I went to the Bruins game. Before the game, my buddy and I went and got some food and beer then went into the Garden. I picked up a bag of peanuts and finished them off by the end of the 1st period. All was well until about half way through the 2nd I started to feel queezy. By the 3rd period I was having hot/cold sweats. I was sitting at the very very top (media & private seating) and kept thinking what if this feeling over comes me and I boot over the edge down onto the balcony and people at ice level. It was a good game, so i did my best to hold it back and hang in there. Thankfully the game ended and I was able to sprint down the stairs, get outside and proceeded to projectile vomit outside of North Station in front of 15,000 pissed off fans leaving the game (Bruins lost a tough one). Every few steps I was retching peanuts, steak tip sub and beer. Nasty and pretty humiliating. My friend had to drive as it continued on the drive home, I spent the night with my face in the toilet and passed out in the bathroom. funny thing is, the next morning I felt like a million bucks. is there such thing as peanut poisoning? |
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Oh yeah, I got a good one for ya.
Years ago I had to get my driver's license renewed, and of course I kept postponing it to the last possible moment, until I was just about out of time and only had (IIRC) one day left. Well, the moral of this story, which I will tell you up front, is NOT to put stuff like this off until the last minute, and here's why. As it happened, I contracted a NASTY case of the flu the day I needed to get to the registry of motor vehicles to get my eye test done, have my new mug shot taken, and get the renewed license. Uh oh. Well, even though I was feeling like death warmed over, I decided to haul myself into the registry to get this done. I take a number and sit down in the waiting area in front of the counter where the clerks are lined up. There are about twenty people waiting there ahead of me, all sitting around me. I last about ten minutes or so, and then... ...the rumbling in my stomach beings. 
I start scoping out the area to see if there is a public restroom, and I see a sign for one off to my right, down a hallway past the end of the waiting room. I leap to my feet and start RUNNING, because I know what is coming. I get about halfway across the waiting room, and that's as far as I make it. BAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFF!!! <<<This is what color the barf was.
A huge geyser of orange and pink colored barf erupts from my stomach and is vomited forth in projectile fashion, right in front of everyone. I could not have given them a better barf show if I had planned it on purpose. Looks of horror crossed all their faces. I stopped - no point in running anymore. A clerk says "Are you going to be allright Sir?" Me: "Yeah, sorry, I have the flu." Clerk: "The restroom is down that hall, we'll call the janitor to take care of it."
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When I was a young salesman, that was one of my phobias. EVERYTIME I sat in front of a new customer, my brain would be rapid firing "what if you puked all over his desk right now".....it never happened, but was bizarre. Only bit of unwarranted anxiety I have ever experienced. LOL, just when I start thinking *I'm* weird............ |
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No, but I have IBS and I've had attacks while out. It's debilitating, fetal position, type pain. Last time it happened when I was out, I was coming home from a road trip and I just stopped and got a motel room. There was no way I could drive the 2 more hours home Speed |
| It was 1992. My oldest daughter was an infant at the time. My wife and I took our daughter on a 4 hour trip to visit friends over the weekend. We had fun the first day. About dinnertime on the second day my wife started projectile vomiting and developed diarrhea. I was fine, the baby was fine. The next morning I loaded them in the car and started home. I stopped and got some McDonald's for myself since the wife and the baby were both passed out. I ate it, and it just laid there at the top of my stomach. I knew I was screwed. The wife was in no condition to drive, she was literally passed out and unable to wake up for more than a few minutes. I literally chanted to myself "I will not be sick, I will not be sick" for 3 hours or so. I did not go home, I went straight to my mother's house. I pulled in the driveway, grabbed the baby, handed the baby off to my mother on my way to the bathroom and absolutely destroyed it. I was crapping and projectile vomiting all at the same time. My stepdad went and almost literally carried the wife into the house and deposited her on the couch. I was 24 years old and was so sick that I wanted my mommy....lol. The only time I was ever sicker is when I got a good dose of food poisoning. I'm told I was taken to the ER and that they gave me IV fluids while I was there, but I have no memory of it. That was also a jet-propelled diarrhea and projectile vomiting fiasco. Good times...... |
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Sitting in the waiting area, waiting for the plane to be cleaned up so I can board, reading a magazine. Worker calls out its time for boarding, I go to put the magazine and some other stuff back into my bag, and somehow my finger goes right into a small opening in my shaving kit, slicing the tip of my finger off. I begin bleeding profusely, grab several tissues from my bag that get soaked through immediately.
This is a Sunday evening flight back home, I know there is no way they will let me on the plane bleeding like I am, I also know this is the last flight home for the weekend. I grab a T-shirt from my bag, rip it in two, and wrap it as tight as I can around my hand. I then stick my hand into my shorts pocket to hide the t-shirt wrap, and squeeze my fist as hard as I can to try to stop the flow. As I'm standing in line to hand my boarding pass to the airline worker, blood starts to run down my leg! I try to keep that side of my body out of view and board my ass into the plane asap. When I get sat down on the plane, I'm in the front row, so I have to wait for everyone else to board, so that the coast is clear before taking my hand out of my pocket. I grab another t-shirt from my bag and wrap it around the now soaked through half of a t-shirt already on my hand. I then cover the entire mess with a sweatshirt draped over my lap to look like I'm cold. Made it home on time. Found the little tip of finger skin in my shaving bag. |
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I was on a video shoot at Charleston's Spoleto Festival. Our crew had driven in from Columbia, about a 2 hr drive. While I was eating lunch, I felt a sudden, bad urge to crap. I ran to the bathroom and had a bad case of diarrhea. It pretty much lasted the rest of the day. I was in pain from the stomach cramps and from being dehydrated, I unloaded so many times. I managed to finish the shoot, but I was so weak and dizzy by the end of the day.
Why do these bad illnesses always hit when you're far from home? |
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Had it happen twice.
First time I had to fly from NC to San Diego and go food poisoning. Had to pull over and throw up on the way to the airport and decided to keep going. I ended up getting the flight attendants to switch me to a seat in the last row and I spent most of the flight in the lavatory either puking or crapping. Finally just before we started our approach I had one last bout of the runs and it was finally over. Second time was while I was a truck driver. Ate something bad for breakfast and paid for it all the way from Birmingham to Tampa. Pulled off on a lot of exit ramps for sickness brakes that trip. Learned how to use a guardrail as a field expedient toilet seat, too. |
| What prompted me to bring this up was my wife and I were talking the other day about a cross county trip in a vehicle, she got a real bad case of stomach flu on the way back home. She was a trooper and held it back as long as she could. She eventually gave way, and stopping at damn near every exit so she could use a bathroom was difficult. We were in a time crunch so staying at a hotel was out of the question. |
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Returning from OIF in 2004. Flying from Kuwait to Germany was fine. Then the long leg from Germany all the way to Atlanta... not so good.
Between eating MRE's and shitty contractor grade fast food at Camp Doha (Subway, Pizza Hut, Arbys etc etc) I had developed a colonic plug of epic proportions, going from eating Iraqi food to American-ish food stopped me up tight. Getting all of us on the plane and settled down was a pain in the ass... then the real pain in the ass started. I tried eating some MRE peanut butter, as many know that stops you up quick, but to no avail. Saddam's revenge struck while in flight somewhere over France (maybe had something to do with it). Picture this: 300 some odd dudes and chicks were in a 747-700 and some guys were laying down in the aisles trying to get some sleep, some guys were trying to hit on the steward/flight attendant (she was hot...), and here I am in the middle seat of the 747 trying to get myself free and into a bathroom. I know I stepped on one dudes nuts, smashed through one of my gunners, got to the lav which, suprise, convinently was occupied, and squeezed my ass as tight as I could and started muttering prayers to whatever god wanted to listen. I was doing some little hopping motions with the additional half gainer as the pain struck my abdomen, when, after repeated poundings on the door, the shitbird who was trying to get himself a "plane-jack" decided he couldn't finish with me pounding on the door and disrupting his attention. He swings it open only to have me grab him by the collar of his shirt and fling him out of my way. I already have my belt undone and top button of my pants unbuttoned... no time to waste here! I unleash 2 weeks of pent up fecal fury... I seriously thought I was going to melt the plastic bowl that I was perched above. Grunting, screaming, moaning, lots of gurgles, and maybe even some whimpering eminated from the bathroom, the guys seated out side it said they could hear me over the sound of the plane. Finally the violence ended... temporarily I found out, as I was pulling up my pants a second round (where my body found that much shit I have no idea) struck. Almost as bad as the first but more burning... cheese with jalepenios is not plane friendly food. Someone called the medic... wonder why. I clean up, wash my face and my hands, and swing the door open... only to watch the wave of stench hit my guys... it was actually pretty cool, you could follow the flow of air out of the lav and over the seats. Then the smell hit the air system and people in all parts of the plane got a whif of death through the mini fans mounted above each seat. Medic ended up hitting his aid bag to give me some loperimine and an IV. Then he sedated me and I was out for the rest of the flight. Woke up about 10 minutes before we landed and felt awesome! I still have friends that discuss that trip... with yours trully being a highlight. |
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What prompted me to bring this up was my wife and I were talking the other day about a cross county trip in a vehicle, she got a real bad case of stomach flu on the way back home. She was a trooper and held it back as long as she could. She eventually gave way, and stopping at damn near every exit so she could use a bathroom was difficult. We were in a time crunch so staying at a hotel was out of the question. Well, if we're bring in cop stories - I was on my way home from Vegas after a night of sushi. It was around 2AM. I had for some god awful reason taken the spare roll of TP out of my car, no napkins, nada. (I had another incident long ago that taught me to carry TP... middle of the backwoods. Had to use leaves.) Anyways, in the desert you have dirt and rocks. I was fucked. I had windows down, it's maybe below a hundred degrees at that point, I'm just trying to think of anything other than the bathroom (yeah right) and I'm so freakin' close to home. There is NO WHERE to stop. Everything is closed up that time of night. I'm doing about 108, the fastest my little I4 will go (though the hill I just came down from might have put me above 110.) City limits coming up so I let off the accelerator. I'm coasting to a slower speed. Figured I could make the last 7 miles at 55. Except there's a bored Sheriff behind the city sign tagging me. I was doing 80 at that time and dropping and he waits to tag me in the 55mph zone. Ha. I explain the situation in my frantic state with the "holy shit sweat" on the forehead. Tell him I just came from Vegas, no where is open as he knows, and it's going to be explosive. I told him if he takes long enough I may run into the desert to shit as I have the machine gun farts at this point. He's laughing and quickly writes me a ticket for no seatbelt (which I was actually wearing) as a courtesy.  Thanked him profusely for that as he had me dead to rights 30mph over at least. Barely made it through the door and onto the toilet using the ol' pull down and squat while letting bowels loose move. Very fluid in more ways than one. 
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About two weeks ago, went to a funeral in New Jersey. Got food poisoning in Newark, started puking about 10pm. Had a 630am flight. Luckily, my vomiting was on a pretty good schedule, every hour on the hour. So I could usually time it and be near a bathroom. Except going from the rental car drop off to the terminal, a had to puke in a trash can out in the open.
The whole ordeal sucked pretty bad. |
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There is nothing worse than having to use the airplane lav in an other-than-standing position. Agreed. Blew up a bathroom at McCarren. You know the one family restroom at the doors for the taxis? I held that one across the entire fucking country. Was boss on that. Almost had to use inflight Lavatory. I think disembarking was the hardest part. However, I felt better when I did. Waited an hour for my luggage, headed to taxis and then it hit me again. I wasn't going to make it across Vegas. Exit stage right. |
| The last time I did the butt check clenching marathon was in Alaska. If it was just me in the truck I would have pulled over somewhere and taken care of business but I was traveling with another truck and there were two other people in my truck. We left Deadhorse at 3 am. At around 4 am my gut rumbles. My only thought was please no, not now. Well there is one outhouse on that road from Deadhorse to Coldfoot and it is an 8 hour driver between those two places. The guy in front of me insists on doing 45 mph and I have to follow him on orders from my boss. I find that one outhouse after about two hours of agony. I had to park the truck facing it with the lights on just to see on the inside. Then I struggle to shed the three layers of cloths because all I can think about is the fact that I made it without making a mess in my clothes and how I have to hurry cause my body is getting ready to make a mad evacuation, well then I sit on the toliet seat, -35, that takes your attention away from everything else that you could think of. Yes I have fond memories of Alaska. |
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I had an "episode" at LaGuardia airport. I was waiting to fly back to WPB. I think I found every bathroom there. I was sweating, praying and drinking Pepto like it was my favorite beer. I thought I was going to have to change my flight... it finally subsided enough for me to get home. I was so weak I could barely walk.
I've had several other wonderful times. Fortunately, I never completely embarrassed myself in public, except for the time I was actually in the hospital ER waiting room and I couldn't stop throwing up. I was in the bathroom but I was heaving like revving hemi in there so I'm SURE everyone could hear me. 
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Fuck carrabba's.
Few years ago, ate there and shortly after leaving I began to feel a little queasy. I was out with a female friend (friend zone, all good) and I had to take her home. About 1/2 way there queasy started to feel more like "ohh fuck" to the point where I grabbed a plastic bag "just in case." Well "in case" happened and I pulled into a parking lot and found a nice fence to go hurl behind, saving some of my dignity. As typical of puking, I felt MUCH better, but not for long. Apparently cleansing my upper GI tract wasn't enough and whatever I ate had triggered evacuation alarms in the lower levels as well. Took friend home (thank god for friend zone) "k see ya bye...yeah I'll be good to go home..bye" where I proceeded to the closest restroom: Wawa. Thank FUCK the only stall was not in use, otherwise this would be a far far far more embarrassing story
oh, and FUCK carrabba's |
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Almost half-way from Atlanta to Syracuse on a night flight. Panic attack sets in. I'd been having issues with them and the BP that goes with them. Grab my BP machine and get 225/110 readings. Flight attendant sees this and asks me if she can help. I end up on the floor in the back, with a med student watching vitals and talking me 'down.' Pilot expedites the flight and EMS pulls me off first on a gurney. Spent two days in the hospital getting BP under control. Then two days in my hotel before flying home. Thank you Delta! Even more loyal than I was. But I still hate flying.
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Ugh. Happened to me on a flight home from Miami to ny.
First and only time. Completely out of the blue. I'll never forget it. Everything is fine all day, flight home at 6pm. We went to the beach in the am. bbq'd pork ribs and had a few beers for lunch, then off to the airport. Felt like a million bucks all day. I've flown hundreds of times. Shit, flown to Hong Kong, no problem. This flight is only two hours. The World Series is on the tv on the plane. All is well. I'm fine for about 20 minutes, then it hits me. couldn't even get up out of my seat.
Ran to the bathroom and dumped out the barf bag. Puked some more. Back to my seat, embarrassed as hell. Everyone's staring.
I put my head on the tray and try to sleep/relax. Nope. This time I had no barf bag, I had to make it to the bathroom. Fucking seat belt lights are on, turbulence. I say fuck it and run to the back slipping by the stewardess trying to tell me to sit back down. I'm puking fucking violently. Dry heave, cold sweat, all of that misery. Theses assholes are outside the door telling me to come out, I'm cursing at them between heaves. Back to my seat, assholes gave me a new barf bag so I wouldn't disrupt the seatbelt nazis. Nothing left in my stomach. Felt much better, besides being embarrassed as hell. Fast forward to landing at JFK. Everyone is getting their stuff and filing out. Who the fuck do you think is coming straight for me? 2 cops and a paramedic. Ugh. Fucking icing on the cake. It's not embarrassing enough, lets call in the professionals. They question me for a while blah blah where were you before Miami blah blah. Fucking dipshits were acting as if I had the plague. A guy can't even have food poisoning in peace anymore.
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