puke, I think that’s the most horrible smell, and adding the sound of somebody puking make me puke myself

@Angel 561515 wrote:

puke, I think that’s the most horrible smell, and adding the sound of somebody puking make me puke myself

Especially when that person is ill. I can usually tollerate drunk vommit. Ill vommit is ten times worse though.

Vomit ranks up there pretty highly, as does the sluice that GL mentioned. But as a former health care professional myself (I used to support adults with moderate-severe autism and other accompanying mental health issues i.e. epilepsy, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, depression etc.), the most disgusting vomit inducing story I have to tell is this…..

There was one guy who lived in the facility who ‘probed’ and ‘smeared’, basically meaning he enjoyed manually evacuating his bowels rather than the usual way, and then spreading his faeces over whatever surface his hands touched. Thankfully I rarely had to support this individual and when I did he generally behaved himself other than the odd tantrum. That’s a 6’4″ 21 stone, nearly 300lb tantrum. I weigh roughly 140lb lol. Anyway one day he was, how do I put this… a disgusting fucking cunt!

Due to his nasty habit it was necessary to support him by instructing him what to do, or not to do with his hands when he was using the toilet. I was alone with 3 service users in the building, my colleague was running late. One service user distracted me by threatening to stab me because I’d asked him to have a shower. This left our other friend to take himself to the toilet. It took me about 5 minutes to calm down Mr Stabby but once he was in the shower I immediately had an instinctual feeling Mr Probe was up to no good. I went to his bedroom and knocked on the door, no answer. I hesitantly opened the door and announced my presence, still no answer; however I could hear a faint yet very distinct manic giggle coming from his bathroom, “bollocks” I thought to myself. I approached the bathroom door, the laughter getting louder. Knowing (or at least having a vague idea) of what I was about to walk into I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Quite frankly the pre-emptive deep breath was futile, as the sight of the naked ginger behemoth bent over wrist deep in himself, with shit all over himself and the walls was more than enough to make me gasp. And that gasp is one of the biggest regrets of my life. The stench that flooded my lungs was about as pleasant as walking in on your partner cheating on you with your best friend, then standing on a plug as you go to punch them, then stumbling backwards stepping on a piece of Lego. Vomit instantly filled my mouth, I held it for a second, quickly remembered the shit everywhere, so thought fuck it. I projectile vomited all over the floor and a bit on the ceiling. Actually I take back what I said before about the gasp being my biggest regret. The vomiting is a bigger regret because it shocked Mr Probe into abruptly removing his fist from his arse. I did not witness this as I was bent over heaving, but the sound of what I can only describe as suction caused me to spew again. By this point literally every dimension of the room had some form of bodily fluid on it. Spent a good 4 hours of my 8 hour shift cleaning that bathroom of shit and vomit.

I really miss that job sometimes.

Hope that’s evocative (and long) enough for you.

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Cor, so many stories to tell…

… I think the worst was at school. The school kept 3 or 4 goats, and one time our class was invited to muck them out.

I can now understand why dung heaps are such an ace source of gun powder ingredients, put it that way.

There’s an instinctive reaction to vomit when you smell vomit – it’s like “that person has eaten something bad so just in case I have, it’s emergency eject time…” RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALPH”.

After being on the receiving end of a slow-mo projectile vomit on a school bus, I can now override the reaction. The goats were worse, honestly. Must be because they’ll eat ANYTHING (bit like humans then).

@bisogun35 561550 wrote:

During my training to become a Certified Nursing Assistant I worked in a state funded nursing home in the rural south. The first patient on my rounds was a very small very bed ridden elderly woman, she was in end stage dementia combined with a laundry list of other ailments one of which she was given a medication for that caused a blackish-brown buildup to form on her teeth (or that is how it was explained to me) every night, and in the morning this buildup would need to be scraped away early on because if it was left it would solidify and literally cement on her teeth. The smell of this ‘gunk’ was gag inducing. It was that stale morning breath gingivitis scent combined with what I can only describe as rot and mildew, COMING FROM HER MOUTH. It was horrid, acrid and every time I think about it my throat closes up as an involuntary response. 🙁

Holy shit!