Tummy Trouble

she/her; 30’s - no minors

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formerly bubblybellyblog.

Welcome.

Visitors must be 18+.

Yes:

• tummy sickness from illness

• female, female-identifying bellies; but all adult tums welcome.

No:

• diapers

• situations involving children

• pregnancy

• furries

• messing

• over-eating and feederism stuff

• vomit only situations are not my fave

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I feel like I am about to have loose bowel movements again and my tummy feels just like how it felt before a massive diarrhea incident I had earlier.

I can hear all of it just bubbling right through me and settling waaay too low in my bowels, which are feeling sooo wobbly and full.

I don’t even know where the bathrooms are here, either. Oh no.

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I just heard a tourist, presumably British, crying to the nurse. Asking her if adults wearing ‘nappies’ while sick was done in the US, and where could she get some Imodium?

Would you wear a diaper when sick (diarrhea?)

No

Yes if sick enough

Responses

Voting ended onMay 28

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My stomach hurts…it’s grumbling and rolling. I’m mostly recovered at this stage!

Need to keep reminding myself the bouts of upset tummy are becoming fewer and farther between… right now it’s possible dinner just isn’t agreeing with me (but in all likelihood it is that residual diarrhea from the belly bug).

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1am and my belly’s rumbling and gurgling. I was praying I wouldn’t have the runs tonight. Oh no.

My stomach feels sooo heavy though. And today was just a bad day for accidents. Two women trusted farts they shouldn’t have and we ended up comping new pants for both of them.

I don’t wanna be next!

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I just saw two people vomit up spaghetti and oh my god it took everything in me not to start gagging.

I don’t want to be overly gross and this was never meant to be an emeto blog bug:

They both had recently finished eating. It wasn’t digested at all.

They’d also had salads - there were green pieces of lettuce.

Both threw up on the pavement. It splashed.

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tw:, scat, illness, etc.

I’ve been kinda in the talking stages with someone but naturally dating is hard when I travel often for work.

Last night we had a chance to text back and forth (rare!) and since I was up late coming back from the ship, we were able to have a real phone call.

Once we started chatting, she gently asked how I was feeling again. I didn’t want to lie, so I reluctantly told her I was still feeling achey and under the weather.

I don’t like to give her details for obvious reasons but also she is a nurse and I never want her to feel like I’m using her for medical advice. I just reassured her that I was under the care of our company nursing staff and that I’d probably be feeling much better in a couple days.

I’ll never forget what she said next. I’ll paraphrase but keep as close to her exact words as possible.

It’s okay if you don’t (feel much better in a couple days). Stomach viruses mess up your stomach first which can seriously throw off gut flora. You know what that is? It’s what essentially makes the intestines work. So since you’ve been so sick, you’ll probably need some time for your body to bounce back. Which means, sorry babe, your bathroom visits probably won’t be pleasant…

So now I know how tummy viruses work, and to expect more diarrhea in the future. And she knows I’m going to have it 😭

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Ended up being called to one of the ships that’s been docked.

It hasn’t been labeled as a stomach virus outbreak — they’re not even on our radar for that. But tonight as I stepped into assist the poolside snack bar, I saw no less than three guests feeling unwell in the water.

ChatGPT because I can’t take photos at work, especially not of guests.

They warned Jessica. Of everything to eat at the cruise buffet, the chicken pot pie was not high on the list. It looked greasy and slimy, soggy and dry at the same time.

But Jess’ stomach hadn’t felt well since the lunch. Sure, the 2-3 cocktails on top didn’t help, but her tummy had started to whine before the drinks were poured.

Now, chicken pot pie, devoid of any spices, mystery meats, or being fried, seemed like the best choice for her uneasy stomach.

She’d gotten through the meal okay, so when her girlfriends suggested a nightcap in the hot tub, she agreed.

What a mistake. The heat, bubbles, rocking of the ship and fullness was asking a lot of a healthy digestive system, but Jess’ had been fighting a gastro virus for the past 6 hours. Since lunch, when she’d accidentally bumped into the palest older woman, who belched her apologies and patted her hand.

The germs spread right then. Attacking Jess, first hitting her stomach, infecting the lining. She felt the dull ache begin as she sat at the table, but it wasn’t until that horrible pot pie slid into her intestines… intestines that were fully wrapped up in battling the new bacteria. Unable to operate as usual, Jess’ dinner proceeded right through her, filling her bowels with hot liquid and gas.

What her Jess, nor her body or friends accounted for, was how quickly the virus could spread. Unbeknownst to them, though Jess would be the first aware, her second helping of pie hand just landed in her stomach, unable to digest further.

And that’s what they all saw next.

Jess didn’t say a word, just uttered an “huu-bluuugh” as she abruptly turned over the edge of the hot tub.

And a few guests in the pool were not feeling much better….

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Soo grateful to be lying in bed right now. Even though I’m on call for work, I’m glad I got out of having to be on site.

I was due to cover a management shift in one of the food service locations and I’m just too tired. Plus, my stomach hurts.

My tummy’s in full blown recovery mode. I’m getting better but every night when digestion starts up, my stomach starts hurting. I’ll fall asleep through the rumbles and wake up at 2 or 3 am urgently needing the toilet. Cue more crampy diarrhea that leaves me practically in tears.

And then back to bed, in the fetal position, hugging my grumbly gut.

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Urgh the most neutral lunch option was bacon wrapped scallops and now it feels like they’re swimming down my guts…such a heavy and dreadful feeling in my bowels 🤢

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I just met the most compassionate nurse. Another company-mandated check in, just to make sure I’m not in need of IVs or prescription meds and my case of stomach bug isn’t worse than the next.

Anyway, the physical exam wasn’t fun, never is, but at least they didn’t have me completely lie on my back, and explained what they were listening for and hearing from my abdomen. Even when they had to do the awkward palpate part, they were quick and gentle.

Truthfully I think it helped that they identified themselves as genderqueer and again, showed so much compassion and clinical professionalism when I was feeling more vulnerable and embarrassed.

They shared a few tips to keep in mind, too, because they noticed I’d been rubbing and clutching my tummy throughout the appointment. Basically, all that friction means bits of dust, etc. gets trapped in our belly buttons, so hygiene should be minded.

Secondly, be mindful of how tight our clothing is. I know this seems obvious but my waistband left a mark since I was bloated and they offered me a gown for additional relief during the exam.

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I really thought dinner was sitting in my tummy okay. But now it’s nearly 3 am and I’m quite sick again, to say the least.

My stomach hurts.

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“Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” she asked, innocently.

“We don’t have one.” I hear my Shift Lead loud and clear from the back of the kitchen, over the sizzling burgers.

“Don’t… have… one… at all?” Her voices rises incredulously, and I know my poor Lead is in for a debate.

“No, ma’am, it’s just the kitchen back here. Fryer, grill.” The fryer bubbles in the background, the scent of fresh potatoes in the air.

I glance over; the woman and her companion, date? had been here for a while already. I’d taken their order from behind the register personally: two specials, an order of loaded brisket cheesy tots, and two chocolate milkshakes.

Tonight’s special was fantastic: a quarter pound burger with bacon, anchovies, lettuce, topped with a spicy creamy Caesar dressing.

And now, it’d been nearly an hour. Surely they were finished eating and ready to go?

Their plates were still on the table, empty. I could see the majority of the appetizer and milkshakes gone, as well.

I glanced over to the woman, who was now breaking a sweat.

“Okay, where can I find a ladies room?” Her tone was urgent, almost angry.

Surprised, I focused on her again. Her hands were clasped just above her waistline, her stomach swollen and full (not unusual after a meal here!)

My team lead started giving directions to our partner bar, less than a block away. It’s an upscale place, romantic, and again, close.

“There?! I can’t ma- ok, thank you.!”

I glanced up as she crossed the street, and noticed a hand on her rear end.

About 10 minutes later, our phone rang.

It was the General Manager at the bar.

“You’ve got a Karen coming. One of your customers thinks she has food poisoning. She’s here now but she’s saying she’s got it in her head to go back to you…”

I sighed, and thanked him.

15 minutes after that, the door swung open. It was the same woman, her hair slightly mussed and her make up a bit smudged now. She was ghastly white, though even I could see the green tinge on her face in the dusk.

“Your food…I’ve been sick! It’s food poisoning!” Her voice carried through the small dining area and I was grateful only a handful of regulars were present.

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry, are you alright? This is serious to us- “

She cut me off with a wail.

“I’ve just finished my dinner here and it went right through me! I almost couldn’t make it across the street!”

I looked up to meet her gaze, bracing for her anger. And then I noticed. Her eyes were, not blazing with rage, but glazed with distressed tears.

Before I could show compassion, a guttural burp rose from her throat.

“I have to go!” she choked out, doubling over. Just then, the unmistakable whine of flatulence filled the air.

She whimpered and turned to the door.

And that’s when I saw it.

A small, rapidly growing dark spot right on the seat of her shorts.

She must have felt it, too, because she let out a wail and stumbled for the door.

I expect to get a bad review tonight….

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My tummy is very slowly starting to feel better but they warned I would still experience some nausea and residual diarrhea…

I refrained from eating much just in case but I’m getting that familiar, scary, full, wobbly bowels feeling again.

I have no idea where any of the bathrooms are, much less the closest.

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99.99% of when I’m sick, I’m begging, pleading for more privacy and to be left alone.

I don’t often like constantly being asked how I’m feeling, because usually the answer isn’t what people want to hear plus it gives an embarrassing visual.

But this time? I need an help. An escort or platonic partner to help me locate the nearest restroom, hold my bags while I rush off, politely excuse me from conversation, and wave off any conversation or fretting about my condition.

I need this desperately.

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Crying because my tum is officially so sick it’s time for another exam. The nurse is super kind and will be by a bit later but it’s sooo awkward having her rub, press, and palpate my abdomen after I complain to her about d* and v*.

Even worse, the secretary said that depending on how the visit goes, a sample may be necessary so try to wait to see the nurse before…passing or tossing anything.

F***, my belly is grumbling and cramping. My intestines literally feel sick. I feel sick.

The nurse won’t need a stethoscope to hear what’s going on inside me 🤢

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I feel so guilty for being ill. They’re needing to close early tonight because so many people called out, all with stomach problems.

They’re pretty sick about showing doctors notes etc so now I’ve heard the clinic is mobbed.

The only thing on my mind right now is not being sick from either end.