Howdy, Man am I grateful that I don't puke anymore. Hated how it got up in my nose and burned like fire. Could smell it forever. Then that crapping and puking at the same time (With my damn pants still On) Oh and I don't want to forget the Green Heaves part of it. Yep !!! Sobriety is Real Fine Grateful for A.A. Toad
Thanks for the memories, Wayne. Drinking water in the morning hoping that that it would stay down long enough to re-hydrate me a little before giving me something productive to puke up again.
Or being s-faced and still having enough wits to be ambarrassed about puking and trying to find a private spot to puke, usually in the dark behind something, but still being so wasted that I stumbled, fell and or banged myself up in the dark. Enter the "Morning Mystery Wound."
Funny I read that really early without some breakfast in me, and said, for now I will pass on responding...
The only times that sort of nausia has hit was with a bad food, or the flu, never in my drinking career was that a part of it.
But if it had, like you went thru, sure would be something to celebrate, well the rememberance of it, and the knowing you dont ever have to do that again.
So hope you have a glorious sober, sane, and loving day, minus any puking. ...after 30 years interesting how we all still have some stuff that makes us shutter, with eeks, and then Yippee, don't do that one anymore. Well just for today.
And to another comment you made the other day, what a true blessing it is indeed to understand that this disease is always only in remission, and because of that fact never really going to get to that completely recovered place. Sometimes it makes some in a Meeting room wince a little, when I laugh at something and then follow it with, I am not here cause I'm Well. It makes me smile, for I understand it, if I was really WELL, they there would be no need for the continued 12 step work, and no need for any of the program. Semantics I suppose but it I was well, that would mean I was cured from an incurable disease. oops, thing I went on a rant here. Oh well, just one of those days, I suppose.
Good as always to see your thoughts for the day. Love them all, and do you journal them, they are priceless. Hugs to you, Tonicakes
-- Edited by Just Toni on Thursday 19th of November 2009 06:55:31 PM
Howdy, I guess I thought everybody had the pukes while drinking. Good to hear some side stepped that most un-pleasant experience. May have been feeling fiesty this A.M. when I posted the topic. Want to apologize but must resist the urge. By the way I had a squirrely stomach all day cause the memory was so strong. Sorry for your breakfast time Miss Toni.
Sorry you had to go through a squirrely stomach over that memory.
And don't you worry about my tummy, sometimes I think it is made of Superwoman steel or something. Had a wonderful breakfast and never skipped a beat.
And to never being nausiated from drinking a quart of 80 proof daily, I was not a lightweight drinking and amazing that my stomach never seemed to mind, it must surely have been a real hardcore alcoholic tummy... or I think I prefer the Superwoman steel version.........
Toodles to you,
Tonicakes
-- Edited by Just Toni on Thursday 19th of November 2009 07:53:20 PM
My nickname in college was vomit. I was famous for it...I promised my buddies I wouldn't vomit on this swimteam trip and of course I did on the first night...hence the name stuck. As time wore on, my stomach grew like steel though....it also grew outward like a pregnant lady. That did not save me from having dry heaves most every morning. They would be triggered from sticking the toothbrush in my mouth or my morning cigarette so I almost got in the habit of getting the dry heaves out of the way then progressing through the rest of my morning routine. Sad...and gross. Glad to not have that.
Oh yeah...(and along with Rob's mystery injuries which I had plenty of too) lets not forget bumbling into and breaking half the things in the house. Let's see broke several lamps, plant holders, ripped the toilet paper holder out of the wall trying to change the roll drunk, busted shower curtain from trying to hold on and not fall down in the shower, multiple broken glasses, chairs, spilling crap all over the carpet, holes in the wall from the doorknobs when I would trip through a door and it hit the wall.... Yeah. Evil drunk-a-log stuff...
-- Edited by pinkchip on Friday 20th of November 2009 07:26:05 AM
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Howdy, Man am I grateful that I don't puke anymore. Hated how it got up in my nose and burned like fire. Could smell it forever. Then that crapping and puking at the same time (With my damn pants still On) Oh and I don't want to forget the Green Heaves part of it. Yep !!! Sobriety is Real Fine Grateful for A.A. Toad
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Toad, You should see the JOKES thread. You, too, pinkchip.
Yer pal, jasper
-- Edited by jasperkent on Friday 20th of November 2009 12:21:48 PM
Great thread! Puking was really too much of my story, really just on a few memorable occasions.
However, a very real and consistent part of my nightmare was dry heaving! Yuck! Every morning, going to the bathroom and hacking and nearly puking but not. Haven't done that in a while. Guess that all I need to do bring that magical feeling is head to the pub a few times.
Thanks for the reminder, Toad!
Good sobriety to you and all on this Sunday. ODAT.
