Puke

[ParadiceCity9]

Uh, this story isn't nice.

Last time I got drunk [yes, it's just another drunk one], I had 7 shots of bacardi [SP?], and some of vodka, also my tablet. Well, that wasn't a good idea. I don't remember anything of it, but from what I've been told, it's not pretty.
Vomiting for about 2 hours straight, some being dry retching. What I was doing when I was vomiting was licking the toilet bowl at the same time. I started vomiting when I was out, and then my friends took about an hour to walk a few hundred metres to my friends house, cause I was vomiting every 5 seconds, and then for another hour or so when I got back to my friends house.

Of course, I would add more detail, if I actually knew what the hell happened.

And that is why I do not drink haha

[lizXoX2008]

i havent puked in over over 10 years but i did have to make my self puked a few years back but it wasn't out of hand more like a few bits here and there:) for some reason i never puke even when my stomac hurts...is that weird??

[radiojake]

22 months


It's definately one of the biggest bumps i can remember


- I puked on xmas day, and felt descidedly better directly afterwards

[Johnny Rockets]

Hit the social club after work and drank WAY too much port. Woke up at 4 feeling pretty good......watched a movie and made some coffee at 6. Still felt good.
Got a ride back to my car, started feeling like shite. Made it back home and heaved.

Shitty thing is, I had a partial plate ( a denture ) replacing my front tooth.

So when your on your knees, face 3 inches from the raft of puke floating on the surface of the water you have a tendency to flush right away.

That damn tooth cost me 600$......again......


J

[DaGip]

i havent puked in over over 10 years but i did have to make my self puked a few years back but it wasn't out of hand more like a few bits here and there:) for some reason i never puke even when my stomac hurts...is that weird??

The last time I puked was when I was working at the Grand Canyon in Arizona about four years ago. I was living in the Flintstones Campground http://www.bedrockcityaz.com/# and I was just locking up Barney's Camping Convenience Store. I was taking the key to the owner's house when all of a sudden, from out of nowhere, vomit came flying out of my mouth like an open fire hydrant! I really couldn't figure it out. I didn't feel sick at all. The only thing that I had to eat all day were green pinto beans that I picked from my own garden.

I gave the owner the keys for the store and then proceeded back to my camping trailer. Then I puked again, just outside the Flintstones Park wall. It just came with no warning at all, and was happening in about ten or fifteen minute spurts. The whole thing was that I didn't even feel sick. You know the feeling when you puke? That nauseous feeling that you wished would go away? I didn't experience any of that...I would just vomit my guts out for about a minute or so, then go back to being normal for ten minutes, and then puke my guts out again. It was quite unusual. I could see all the green beans that I had eaten raw that day. I wonder if I had green bean poisoning? Is there such a thing?

I thought the whole situation was quite funny. I spent most of the evening sitting out side my trailer at a picnic table, and when I started to hurl, I aimed it for the big Ponderosa pine. I figured my vomit could go to some good use if I puked under a tree. I puked and laughed, puked and laughed all night long until about midnight. I kept drinking water so I wouldn't get dehydrated. Then when everything had settled down, I brushed my teeth and gargled some mouthwash (but my vomit wasn't the stinky kind, it was just water and green beans).

Then just before bed, I smoked a big fat joint, played some guitar, and tucked myself into bed. I felt really good.

And yes...this was quite a big bump.

[AmphibiousRodent]

Nice zombie thread.

About four or five years ago, I went out for a night on the town with a good friend. We started off bowling, where we were guzzling Scotch and Jaegermeister. Then we hit a bar, had a few beers each, headed off for some Wienerschnitzel (everything had chili on it, if I remember correctly), then we found another bar where we guzzled more Scotch, more Jaeger, and more beer.

Wow. I sprayed like a sumbitch as soon as I got home. It was one of those "f*ck I hope this is a toilet" moments, where all you can do is try to aim it in the right direction. Before I passed out on my bed, I positioned a trash can within easy reach. I was OK until I woke up. The first thing I did was reach for the trash can. I started hurling at about 7 a.m. I would sleep for about a half hour, then roll over and spew, fall asleep for a half hour, spew, and so on. After a while, I didn't have anything to upchuck, and I was just hacking up stomach acid and little gobs of yellow stuff, and getting those dry heaves that grip your entire body, and it's all you can do to breathe. When blood started showing up among the other stuff, I began to get worried, but I was still too wasted to walk or anything.

Sometime around noon I finally stopped wretching. I was pretty happy about that.

Oh, and when I was a kid, I vomited at the top of Lombard Street in San Francisco. That was cool.

[DaGip]

... After a while, I didn't have anything to upchuck, and I was just hacking up stomach acid and little gobs of yellow stuff, and getting those dry heaves that grip your entire body, and it's all you can do to breathe. When blood started showing up among the other stuff, I began to get worried, but I was still too wasted to walk or anything.

Dude, this part of your post gave me the heeby jeeby shoulder shutter. I can't stand the dry heaves! I have always remembered my experience with dry heaves. and therefor, I make sure that I am always drinking plenty of water between pukes. Too much alcohol in your stomach will cause some damage, so a little blood can be expected, but continued alcohol abuse in this fashion will eventually lead to an ulcer. I don't drink like that anymore.

My first dry heave experience happened about twenty years ago in high school. I was partying at this girl's trailer house. We drank beer, Lord Calvert, and lots of Peppermint Schnapps. On top of it all, I smoked my first joint at that party. I was so wasted, I was running around the trailer house pretending I was in a Tie-Wing Fighter. I laid down and the room kept spinning and spinning, almost like I was on a Ferris Wheel. Then I got so sick, I ran to the toilet. I puked and puked. Just liquid, I don't think I had much to eat...just alcohol that day. Then I was out of liquids and I started to dry heave. It was so horrible, my body would just tense up and I couldn't breathe for like two minutes straight! The next day I got up and went to the mirror to wash my face, and when I looked in the mirror, my right eye was blood red! I broke a blood vessel in my eye because I puked so hard. It looked like that for a while, and then turned yellow and finally went back to being white, it was gross looking.