The jackass that came on the plane in a European city yesterday puking his guts out and the paramedics that cleared him to fly (after we called them). He sat right across from our rest seats. He was still puking well into the flight. Sometime during my rest break, he decides he's done using the bag and just pukes on the floors (and apparently all over the Lead FA's shoes). I wake up from a deep sleep to see the sawdust material getting sprinkled. I tried to roll over and continue with my nap, but the smell got too pungent. Needless to say, my rest break was cut short and I retreated to the cockpit before I, myself, got sick.