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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Additional-Sleep200 on 2025-07-06 18:41:47+00:00.

Hi redit, it’s been a while since I was last on here but listening to the smosh redit stories recently has inspired me to post my god awful experience here and hopefully give a few of you a laugh. I will give a little context in saying this wasn’t today but it wasn’t like years ago. It was back in the beginning of may (posting in july 2025) So without further ado, today I fucked up by throwing up in my boyfriend’s grandma’s bathroom.

To start this off I’ll say my boyfriend (20m) and I (19f) had been dating for 3-4 months at this time. He’s always been super patient and understanding with any sort of issues I’ve had medically. I have orthostatic hypotension (basically POTS but different) as well as my antidepressants messing with my stomach when not taken with food. (Yes both of those are important to know for this). We had left my house in the suburbs of chicago around noon the previous day having woken up late and made the 5 1/2 hour drive to his grandma’s house in Ohio. Now, I always take my meds in the morning, however I had been so focused while leaving on getting everything in the car and not forgetting anything in the process that i had forgotten to not only eat, but also take them. Missing them for one day will not significantly impact my mood seeing as they build over time in my system so emotionally I was fine and didn’t even notice. We eventually got to the house and settled into the guest room, went out for pizza with his grandma, and fell asleep knowing we had some things planned for the following night at one of his friends houses. However at about 5:30 in the morning i shot up in a panic realizing i never took my meds the previous day. I tried to lay down and wait for my boyfriend to wake up so we could get food and I could take them but he sleeps till noon if given the option. So after laying there debating for a while i took them at about 8:30am. Did i know i would need food in the next half hour before i felt disgusting? Yes. Did i still have some insane belief that i would be fine? Absolutely. And well my friends, it only took half an hour to begin to feel a little nauseous. As the feeling sets in i turned to my boyfriend and tried my best to wake him, now he’s a very light sleeper, but he’s also very exhausted when waking up and falls back asleep in an instant if i don’t physically get him out of the bed. So long story short, we didn’t end up loading into the car till 9:45 to go get food for me because nothing in the house sounded appealing at the moment.

Eventually we are able to get to the starbucks drive through about 10 minutes away. I am practically sweating through my clothes at this point and staring out the window keeping my mouth shut tight trying not to make a mess in his car. He hands me my chocolate croissant and my coffee and the feeling only gets worse. I tell him to drive back to the house as fast as he can without getting us pulled over and he does meanwhile i’m gripping my seat and the door like it’s gonna magically stop me from feeling like everything i HAVENT eaten in the last 12 hours is coming back up. Meanwhile my boyfriend is in the drivers seat trying his best to console me. When we finally get to his grandma’s house once again i lay down in the bedroom and stare at the ceiling trying to keep the world from spinning, he sets my coffee in the fridge knowing i probably won’t drink it for a while, and runs his fingers through my hair trying to get me back to normal. That only works for about 10 minutes before i shoot out of the bed and into the bathroom. My hand is over my mouth trying to keep everything in till i can reach the toilet but i fall short about 3 feet. i end up dropping to my knees and crawling to the toilet gripping the edges and praying for it to be over. Now some of you might be wondering, why isn’t he helping you? where’s him pulling your hair out of your face? and you would be correct. he stayed in the bedroom because he knows if he helps me he will be in even worse shape than me and no one wants that. I’m in there for about 15 minutes before my boyfriend texts me asking if he should come help and risk it, and i told him not to since i didn’t want him to throw up as well. However, about 30 seconds after sending that text a final large wave of nausea came and i threw up everything left in my body, my abs felt like they were on fire and my stomach was squeezing in on itself so hard…i shat. Yes that’s right, i shat myself while throwing up in his grandmother’s bathroom while sobbing and trying to wipe up the parts that missed the toilet. Even worse, his grandma had removable little carpet pieces in the bathroom covering majority of the tile, not only was there now vomit in that, but also a large shit stain from the liquid, YES LIQUID! That had just shot out of my ass. I kinda just sat there quietly for a minute trying to contemplate what was happening but i ended up just taking the pants and underwear all the way off and setting it to the side before curling up in the corner and texting my boyfriend to come help because i had no idea what to do. Luckily he’s a trooper and he sprung into action washing my pants and bringing me my toiletries so i could shower. I hop in the shower and immediately my heart starts beating uncontrollably fast to the point of where i thought i was going to die. I end up collapsing in the shower because of the heat and almost passing out because my orthostatic hypotension tends to make me dizzy and light headed when in extreme heat, and i unfortunately like to basically boil myself in my showers. So obviously that didn’t quite end up making things any better. I end up taking a whole 2 hours trying to get back into the bedroom and from there on my boyfriend would not stop talking about it and making jokes. We did end up going to our plans later that night but not until after he made me get a smoothie down and telling all his friends about the story. Also now his grandma thinks i have severe bowel issues of which she would not stop checking in on the entire trip which was even more embarrassing.

TL;DR today i fucked up by throwing up and shitting on my boyfriend’s grandma’s carpet, and now everyone knows and won’t stop making jokes.