We all know I like to make up words from time to time but really my words do accurately describe things. Unnervingly so. I mean stoob, when your stomach meets your boobs, is a perfect example. It really does describe something and I definitely have a stoob. I am sure some of you can relate to that and to Chub Rub, which we all know afflicts those of us Fat Girls without a thigh gap. So see, making up terms sometimes is a good thing. After all, they do have a whole thing called Urban Dictionary to describe slang vernacular. I wish stoob and Chub Rub were in there and I could be credited with creating them. That might be all kinds of awesome. Anyways, me making up words is really not a new thing but sometimes a necessity. Don’t you do this to describe things in your life? You should try it. Your word might catch on, you never know.
The other night at work, I decided to coin a new word out of necessity. I mean, it was 6:30 am and we were a little slap happy with it being the end of a busy shift but honestly, the word was really needed to describe what a poor kid had on the floor. Sometimes this is when the best words are created, when you least expect it. This word is one I can unfortunately relate to and so can a lot of you. It is unnervingly accurate. So here is my word that I coined and it’s definition:
Shemesis: n. A condition in which you perform the act of simultaneously shitting and vomiting at the same time. (We call vomiting emesis in the medical field). The worst.
Good word, no? I mean it does the job. It describes exactly the predicament you are in when you might have this condition. Can you relate? Oh I can and it is not pretty. Let’s just say having shemesis is not a fun condition in the least. I have been this sick so I completely sympathize with this patient that had this the other night. I might have laughed at my poor co-worker who had to deal with it because we used the Wheel of Destiny to decide who got an admit and he definitely got the raw end of that spin and I might have done a dance of joy to not have to clean up shemesis. But really, shemesis is no laughing matter. Have you ever been afflicted with shemesis? Let’s discuss this.
Shemesis can be your worst nightmare when you are sick. I mean nobody likes to vomit to begin with and add the shitting part on top of it. Utter humiliation. I mean if you are lucky, the pooping starts first and your butt is already over the toilet bowl when you have to start having it spew out of you at both ends. That is easy to rectify if you have a trash can nearby. But let’s imagine the other scenario. There you are, praying to the Porcelain God when you realize it is going to come out the wrong end. Oh dear, What do you do? Do you see if you can quickly whip your pants down and get your ass over the toilet or do you just decide to humiliate yourself and fill your pants with liquid? This is a terrifying possibility and hopefully you are not in public when schemesis hits you. I mean, what do you do then? This might be my worst nightmare. I have no idea what I would even do in tif this happened in public except hope that I could get out of the public bathroom with my dignity intact. It is a game of chance I tell you. And one you will not win. Either way, you lose and usually by that time, you do not care because you feel as if you are expelling a demon. I have been here and let’s say a shower was needed afterwards and I just threw those pants away. I could not make the transition quick enough so it was just badness all around. Shemesis can make the best of us feel like we are helpless and disgusting at the same time.
If you have a spouse when you have shemesis, you might discover the depth of their love for you. Are they willing to clean you up or help you in the shower if you are unlucky enough to have your butt over the floor? Will they help you dispose of the evidence of shemesis or will they stare at you in abject horror with a mask and gloves on and run the other way? Shemesis is a true test of love. Your spouse might be smiling sympathetically at you but screaming in horror internally. Sometimes nurses do this. For reals. Sometimes we appear calm and collected while internally we are screaming in horror at what we have to deal with because our jobs are gross. Plain and simple. Or we come up with a word to accurately describe the horror we have witnessed to help us laugh at 6:30 am.
There are just two words to describe that shift. Bleach wipes.
Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I did coin a new phrase that is unnervingly accurate in my job but I didn’t die (I also didn’t have to take the patient thank goodness). I am Fat Girl who has unfortunately experienced shemesis and the humiliating after effects Running. The experiment continues…