I'm having lower abdominal cramping and intense nausea and am worried that trying to hold as still as possible and breathe through both, rather than waddling to the bathroom, is a bad idea.
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I'm having lower abdominal cramping and intense nausea and am worried that trying to hold as still as possible and breathe through both, rather than waddling to the bathroom, is a bad idea.
concept: someone who’s been trying to curb their nausea for *hours* on a flight mumbling a hushed but desperate ‘oh no’ before frantically reaching for a sick bag. projecting out all of the food they overindulged in at the airport, no idea they were going to get so motion sick being sat at the back of the plane.
soon enough one bag is full and badly aimed puke is splashing over the edges of the heaving, heavy bag, they put it down on the table in front of them before taking a bag from the seat next to them and grunting gently, but their body turns it into a guttural burp and gag before forcing up more thick vomit into the bag.
wish there was someone localish to me that would wanna meet and puke for me while i comforted them (and also turned them on) sigh
Thinking about sickie rushing to the bathroom, but not quite making it. The sound of vomit splashing on the tiles.
Ok so a fantasy of mine would be to have a partner who is super into emeto and wants so bad to puke one day…and we go to an all you can eat buffet. I’ll get them food, they’d get themselves food…but it would just be too much food. And mid bite they have to run to the bathroom to puke it all up, they’re so turned on and so am I…we rush in there together as they sit in front of the stool, I’d be rubbing their back and running my hand through their hair as they project out all the food they ate.