That awkward moment when you begin to blow chunks unexpectedly.
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I worked in a nursing home straight out of high school, and one of the residents had a serious bowel infection, making her poo smell absolutely rancid. Three of us went in to change her, with masks on, only to find the entire bed covered in poop. My pregnant co-worker immediately started vomiting in her mask. That set the rest of us off vomiting while scrambling to get masks off and find a bathroom. By the time all was said and done, we were covered in vomit and poop. I was never so glad to throw away a pair of scrubs.
Six months pregnant, driving separately to a restaurant to get lunch with the hubs. One cough, and then vomit everywhere. On the dashboard, on the steering wheel, on my shirt, in the vents, in the cup holders, and in my lap. I was able to find a plastic bag after my third heave, but by then I was done. Get to the restaurant and my husband pulls up next to me as I'm hysterically crying. Luckily, I had a change of clothes with me, so I put my puke clothes in the empty-of-puke plastic bag and he began the two-hour-long process of cleaning the inside of my car. True love.
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