Funny Things You've Done to Avoid Seeing Someone Get Sick

[mooki]

We're all so much alike! Sorry for writing so much, but I just like to tell my crazy stories to people who are like "oh yeah, I do that" instead of "what the hell?" So here we go....

Anyways, here is some of my crazy: Bus riding. I do it. And I feel like I've calculated all the possible v* related risks involved in bus riding so I can do it as safely as possible. I ALWAYS sit on the window side of the seat (yes, trapped!). I figure I'm not going anywhere near a bus if I feel even slightly s*, so I dont' have to be worried about myself being s* on a bus and trapped because I will NEVER let it happen. However, if I'm "trapping" somebody by sitting on the outside isle seat, and they have to be s* on the bus ride, it's gonna be on ME if I'm trapping them. I'd rathar be trapped and let them p* in the isle. And if, God forbid, this ever happens, which of course, would suck severely even though it's not directly on me, I know for a fact, I will have NO trouble pushing and climbing over people and insisting I be let off the bus immediately! (haha, hope it never comes to that!)

OMG, I was on a bus once and felt that v* was imminent. I was just panicking inside. I had been on a flight from Houston to LAX and the flight was bumpy. I hadn't eaten all day and the turbulence was pretty bad and I asked the flight attendant for a rum and coke to try and calm my nerves. I ate a bag of pretzels too. I get to LAX and I had to take a shuttle bus service back to where I live which is about a half hour ride or maybe a little more. While waiting for the bus, my stomach felt a little weird all of a sudden but no big deal. About halfway through the bus ride, the motion of the bus, combined with it being night and my stomach already feeling strange was giving me that unforgettable feeling that I was about to get sick. The bus was 100% packed. There was no bathroom on board and about 15-20 more minutes of driving. I was in panic mode. I was seated in the middle of area of the bus so everybody would see me if it happened. It took every bit of willpower, deep breathing, trying to visualize pleasant thoughts to keep myself from getting sick. Oh man, it was awful! But luckily being able to put myself in a zen like state while the minutes went by like hours kept everything down. I'd have been mortified to get sick in front of all those people. Then have to sit there with it on the floor for 20 minutes until we arrive with everyone being able to smell it and recoil in horror.

Since then, I've gotten in the habit of always carrying an airsickness back with me anytime I think I may be in a place where I'm sort of trapped and access to a bathroom is uncertain. I wouldn't even think of going into a bus without having an airsick bag in my pocket or day bag. I take them from airplanes when I fly. I probably have about 10 of them. I also keep a few in my glove compartment in the car. Even if I don't feel sick, I bring the air sick bag with me just in case I do feel sick of all a sudden and have to heave in a place where it would embarrass me. In fact I'd almost rather do it in a bag anyway, so then I can put it to my mouth and not have to see what it looks like coming out. Seeing what it looks like on the ground or toilet is one of the worst parts, as well as hearing the splashing sound is what gets me. If it's going from your mouth straight to a sick bag and you don't really look at it, it doesn't seem half as bad, at least in theory. My mother who is a nurse and has seen her share of v* in her career said that it looks like a lot when you see it on the ground, but when someone does it in one of those plastic curved containers they give to nauseated patients it's really not that much and the pool of v* in the container is pretty shallow. If you let go in an air sick bag it would probably fill only about half an inch of the bag at bottom. We always visualize the bag being filled up with barf, but I doubt that's ever the case maybe unless the person just ate a massive amount of food and drink.