Today should be marked in the history books. I am what is called a “sympathy vomiter.” When other people are losing their lunch or blowing chunks – I feel it is the responsible thing to barf along with them. And actually – it’s not just people. It could be cats, cartoon characters or little green men (which sucks for them because it gets all over their space helmets). As soon as I see vomit I’m ready to spew. (Thankfully I’ve never had a wife with morning sickness.)
That is, I did until today. Today, while working with a client the client went into his defense mode and vomited all over the unit. Not only did I not get nauseous but also I managed to keep to what I was doing. As he continued to vomit we discussed my trip to Oregon and it totally distracted me from the cocktail of stomach acid and formula splattered at my feet and on my shoes. This is a day for the history books.
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8 years ago
3 comments:
You know, I really do not envy your job. :)
Actually I'll take this over my last serious job. Prior to BYUI I worked as a special ed assistant teacher. I mainly worked with severely Autistic children. Not a month went by where I wasn't bitten or scratched and usually blood was drawn. Compare that to one kid vomiting every 15 months and this job ain't bad.
(More than anything I think it was the Karma police trying to upset the good mood I am in. I'll be on a beach in Portland drinking Coke and watching the waves crashed down in less than 24 hours. No vomited floor is going to take away from that.)
Good for you! It's enough to make me vomit just reading about it! ;)
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