TigerlilyAJ
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The thread title is accurate. Vomiting while at the parks will be discussed. Please do not continue reading if the topic is too unpleasant for you. I understand, I promise. It was rather unpleasant to live. ;-)
I am writing this post for the people who will read it and maybe chuckle or shake their heads, file it away in the back of their minds...and then find it unexpectedly and unfortunately useful to recall during their trip. I hope that person is not you, dear reader, but it might be.
Our youngest traveler, then 2.5yo, seemed to get a stomach bug about 10 days into our December 2016 trip, where we had a rough night at our FW cabin, using up both paper and cloth towels resulting in trash and laundry that had me writing a note about it all to housekeeping, asking for disinfection efforts and leaving a large tip. (We returned to a cabin that looked and smelled especially clean.) For two days after that, there was no more illness, and it looked like the other five of us had dodged a bullet.
Then came the big busy day of my youngest son's 7th birthday. We had planned a day at AK with a Kitchen Sink dessert later at Beaches & Cream.
At AK, I had a series of events that I would later deem "FP working too well." In the space of 30 minutes, I finished the pulled-pork snack dish from one of the carts (delicious! good use of a snack credit!), got in the FP line and rode Dinosaur, and then got in the FP line and rode EE. I was a little shook from Dinosaur, and was a bit concerned about EE, but the one son riding EE with me was good to go. Once we started going backwards on EE, so I could not see in which directions we were turning, I knew I was in trouble. I just kept breathing in through my nose, out through my mouth, telling myself over and over I would make it to the end of the ride. And I did!
I let everyone else hurry off, and I looked around for a bush. I spotted one beyond the fence in the direction opposite from the exit. I started walking against the departing flow and got a quizzical look from a CM.
"I'm going to throw up, and I'm just going to do it in the plants rather than all over the walkway," I said, pointing at my intended targets.
She nodded at me, and said, "I can do ya one better." With remarkable efficiency, she flipped off the top of a nearby trash can, leaving a nice big open space of trash bag for me to lose my lunch in.
You'd think she had done this before.
When I was done, she told me to go into the gift shop, tell them what had happened, and they would give me a complementary bottle of water. After the gift shop CM filled out a little form for her supervisor, I was sipping cool water, feeling much better.
Lesson: If you have the opportunity, do ask for help/alert someone as to your condition. They will help.
So I blamed it all on too much fun in too short a time span. Our day continued, finding us at BC with a grouchy birthday boy. He tried to hide under the table when his family and servers sang "Happy Birthday" as they brought the Kitchen Sink to our booth. He complained that he wanted no part of the sundae, even as the rest of us started eating it.
And then he projectile barfed spectacularly all over the dish and our table. Family members on his side of the booth cleared out like they Apparated, only returning when they were sure he was done. I felt like every single patron and CM was staring at our table. There are no bathrooms in BC, so my husband took him out of the small restaurant to the nearest men's room while I paid the bill for the uneaten KS, complete with automatic 18% tip added because we are a party of six.
Lesson: When your server encounters vomit, there will be no pixie dust on the bill, not even for a birthday.
After that, it was a vomitocious open season with five out of six of us throwing up before we made it back to our cabin. Some of us made it to the hotel's bathrooms on the way back to our car. Some of us "watered" the shrubbery outside. One of us littered the sidewalk, leaving me the embarrassing duty of informing a CM while everyone else fled to the car. But the CM was calm, reassuring, sympathetic, and kept any grossed-out feelings well buried, making me feel less badly.
Lesson: Excellent customer service extends to unpleasant encounters with bodily fluids. No one will shame you.
And then we retired to our cabin to ride out the rest of the worst birthday of my son's life so far. ;-)
So if you find yourself revisiting your stomach's contents, don't be afraid to get a CM involved, both for clean-up and after care for yourself and the "splash zone." Housekeeping at your hotel can and will answer the call to give special, germ-fighting attention to affected areas.
It will be OK. Really.
I am writing this post for the people who will read it and maybe chuckle or shake their heads, file it away in the back of their minds...and then find it unexpectedly and unfortunately useful to recall during their trip. I hope that person is not you, dear reader, but it might be.
Our youngest traveler, then 2.5yo, seemed to get a stomach bug about 10 days into our December 2016 trip, where we had a rough night at our FW cabin, using up both paper and cloth towels resulting in trash and laundry that had me writing a note about it all to housekeeping, asking for disinfection efforts and leaving a large tip. (We returned to a cabin that looked and smelled especially clean.) For two days after that, there was no more illness, and it looked like the other five of us had dodged a bullet.
Then came the big busy day of my youngest son's 7th birthday. We had planned a day at AK with a Kitchen Sink dessert later at Beaches & Cream.
At AK, I had a series of events that I would later deem "FP working too well." In the space of 30 minutes, I finished the pulled-pork snack dish from one of the carts (delicious! good use of a snack credit!), got in the FP line and rode Dinosaur, and then got in the FP line and rode EE. I was a little shook from Dinosaur, and was a bit concerned about EE, but the one son riding EE with me was good to go. Once we started going backwards on EE, so I could not see in which directions we were turning, I knew I was in trouble. I just kept breathing in through my nose, out through my mouth, telling myself over and over I would make it to the end of the ride. And I did!
I let everyone else hurry off, and I looked around for a bush. I spotted one beyond the fence in the direction opposite from the exit. I started walking against the departing flow and got a quizzical look from a CM.
"I'm going to throw up, and I'm just going to do it in the plants rather than all over the walkway," I said, pointing at my intended targets.
She nodded at me, and said, "I can do ya one better." With remarkable efficiency, she flipped off the top of a nearby trash can, leaving a nice big open space of trash bag for me to lose my lunch in.
You'd think she had done this before.
When I was done, she told me to go into the gift shop, tell them what had happened, and they would give me a complementary bottle of water. After the gift shop CM filled out a little form for her supervisor, I was sipping cool water, feeling much better.
Lesson: If you have the opportunity, do ask for help/alert someone as to your condition. They will help.
So I blamed it all on too much fun in too short a time span. Our day continued, finding us at BC with a grouchy birthday boy. He tried to hide under the table when his family and servers sang "Happy Birthday" as they brought the Kitchen Sink to our booth. He complained that he wanted no part of the sundae, even as the rest of us started eating it.
And then he projectile barfed spectacularly all over the dish and our table. Family members on his side of the booth cleared out like they Apparated, only returning when they were sure he was done. I felt like every single patron and CM was staring at our table. There are no bathrooms in BC, so my husband took him out of the small restaurant to the nearest men's room while I paid the bill for the uneaten KS, complete with automatic 18% tip added because we are a party of six.
Lesson: When your server encounters vomit, there will be no pixie dust on the bill, not even for a birthday.
After that, it was a vomitocious open season with five out of six of us throwing up before we made it back to our cabin. Some of us made it to the hotel's bathrooms on the way back to our car. Some of us "watered" the shrubbery outside. One of us littered the sidewalk, leaving me the embarrassing duty of informing a CM while everyone else fled to the car. But the CM was calm, reassuring, sympathetic, and kept any grossed-out feelings well buried, making me feel less badly.
Lesson: Excellent customer service extends to unpleasant encounters with bodily fluids. No one will shame you.
And then we retired to our cabin to ride out the rest of the worst birthday of my son's life so far. ;-)
So if you find yourself revisiting your stomach's contents, don't be afraid to get a CM involved, both for clean-up and after care for yourself and the "splash zone." Housekeeping at your hotel can and will answer the call to give special, germ-fighting attention to affected areas.
It will be OK. Really.