Hi All! My name is Melanie and I blog over at Metropolitan Money Pit where I write about my adventures in Southern California. I am a huge fan of Everyday Trish and am super stoked to be guest posting today. Now I have to admit that one of my favorite posts is Projectile Vomiting {I don’t recommend it}. So funny. And it reminds me of a time when I was similarly…indisposed. And, well, I thought I’d share my story with you today.
Early one winter’s morning when I was 11 years old I woke up with a stomachache. I was a little concerned but since I was a pretty hardy kid I figured it was probably just hunger. So I made myself some instant oatmeal, scarfed it down and got ready for school.
Now here’s the thing. When I was a kid I was kind of an overachiever. The Max Fischer of my grade school. I played every sport, joined the newspaper and the choir, and ran for student council (unsuccessfully I must admit). So on this early winter’s morn I had to be to school an hour ahead of time for choir practice in the church. It was snowing, it was dark, and the oatmeal hadn’t helped my stomachache.
But like I said, overachiever. So off to choir practice I went ready to sing my heart out. We started and everything was hunky dory until my stomach started to churn. I excused myself and raced to the bathroom only to find it locked. LOCKED. Because we were there an hour before anyone else the janitor hadn’t arrived to unlock it. What to do?
All I came up with was to go back to practice. I rejoined the ranks of my schoolmates and proceeded to sing the tunes of the week. Soon enough the pain returned and again I asked to be excused. The bathroom had to be unlocked by now. Nope. Still locked. And so back to practice I went.
I sang and sang while my stomach flipped and flopped. Finally, with a few minutes of practice left I asked to leave early. At this point the choir director could clearly see my distress and had no issue letting me go. I raced down the aisle of the church. The bathroom HAD to be unlocked by now.
I’ll never know if it was or not because I never reached it. Sometime during my race down the aisle my breakfast decided it couldn’t wait to make it’s exit any longer. Yup, I threw up in the middle of the church. All over the aisle. All over the pews. All over backpacks that were stored in the pews during choir practice. And apparently, all over a boy’s sweater. That he was wearing.
I had no idea what to do so I ignored the pews, the backpacks, and the kid in the sweater and went straight to the principal’s office so I could call my parents to pick me up. And while I was waiting for them to arrive one of my schoolmates came into the office with a slight problem. It seemed that somehow her backpack was covered in vomit.
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Trish here! I just want to thank Melanie for helping a pregnant chick out, and for making me feel a whole lot better about projectile vomiting. Maybe we should start a club? I’d recommend only meeting places with readily accessible bathrooms, however.
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Oh my gosh…we have all been there. In fact, reading these made me instantly think of two similar stories that happened to me, one if school and one when testing out my wedding venue.
*Erin
Oh my gosh! How awful!
Did the classmate ever solve the mystery of who had vomited on her backpack?
Eek, I so hate throw up. :/