irl emeto story
I have an irl emeto story from last month when I had a weird health issue flare.
TW: emeto, scat mentioned not at all graphic though.
It's a bit long and gross but whatever! I was away with my family for the holidays and had a flight back to my hometown when I had a really bad health flare up.... I started feeling just kind of nauseous on the drive to the airport, my tummy felt sloshy and I just attributed that to the winding roads. I drank a bunch of water to try settle it.. I thought I would feel better by the time we got to the airport, but by then I felt so bloated and gassy and full I was scared to burp. I kept letting out air that felt like they came right from in my now water filled tummy....the burps would burn my throat a little and when we were in the airport I had to rush off three times to go and kneel by the toilet because my Face got hot and my mouth started watering. Nothing happened, but I was so nervous to get on the plane (I have a fear of throwing up in front of people). I managed to survive the 1.5 hour plane ride (somehow), my burps getting more gurgly and wet, I could feel them travelling all the way up from my tight, loud belly. When I arrived, I knew that the only way I would feel better is by letting up what needed to come up. On the car ride home the discomfort moved further down my guts, and I knew I didn't have long before I was sick out either end.... My tummy kept whining and sloshing and felt so full now I was panicking. Once I got home I rushed inside, and didn't know whether I needed to burp up my stomach contents first, or let it all out the other end. I chose the latter, and painfully released some of the tension in my guts on my poor toilet. I still felt nausea in my throat after, and when I finished I leant over the bowl for a few minutes drooling and letting out chunky, unproductive burps. I had to put something in my tummy before the inevitable happened, otherwise I would just dry heave for hours. I decided to make a big bowl of oats, knowing that it wouldn't hurt to much to come back up. I moved to the bigger bathroom at my flat and set myself up on the floor, feeling woozy and slightly lightheaded. I switched between mouthfuls of oats and big gulps of water. the oats were climbing back up my throat even as I swallowed them, my belly so packed with air and sickness even though I had hardly eaten anything that day. I didn't think I would finish the bowl, but I did, and now I felt fit to burst. I drank another swig of water and the nausea peaked, making me lightheaded again. I shifted on all fours to put my head over the toilet, my mouth overflowing with saliva that I spat into the bowl. Something travelled up my throat and I curled in on my tummy as it tensed, and I let out a huge burp that finished in a gag, bringing up a tiny mouthful of watery oats. I moaned in discomfort and my stomach tensed again, once again unproductively bringing up a mix of air and a little water from my swollen belly. I gently pushed on my stomach and opened my mouth and throat, just praying my stomach contents to finally leave and for my guts to settle. It seemed to do the trick, and I burped up a mouthful of vomit into the bowl. This sort of set me off, and I heaved up another, larger stream of watery sick. I continued to gag, burp and moan as my innards finally were forced up my throat and out. After my tummy felt a little less full, and the burps and gags had settled down a little i drank a big glass of water and had a shower. Apparently I wasn't empty though because I forced up what I thought was a big burp in my throat and ended up throwing up all the water I had just drunk in one big gush down my front. After all this, my belly was still tight and angry but I got into bed and promptly passed out.
