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Rainsinger's Big Misadventure

So, yesterday day stated off marginally plesaantly. Managed to get myself active and get some hot food in form of beans and sausages for breakfast and went off to see a client and do a reading. I was in a very bingey mood, and in order to prevent myself from wolfing down a box of biscuits or a bag of crisps I took from the fridge a bag of raw sliced runner beans instead. Not one of my brightest ideas, but it seemed like a cool notion at the time and I was somewhat proud of my healthy coping mechanisms.

So, I ate the runner beans on the tube. THe whole thing. And reading went fine, and I was on the way to see someone else I'm doing AT (Autogenic Therapy)course with when I began to feel very ill. At first I attributed my quesiness to being sat on a Bus that was stuck in traffic. And then I began to be pumelled by horrific stomach cramps, and I realised that something altogether more sinster was at play. (I've no idea whether the sausages were the true culprit, or whether raw runner beans are toxic, or whether it was a combination of the two, but at the very thought of a runner bean I turned the colour to match it).

And it became increasingly clear to me also that I was going to be ill. I stumbled off the Bus, (it seemed the courteous thing to do) and cast my eye around for open-topped rubbish bins (contenting myself with the thought that if there were any of my ennemy, the rat, in there to pounce on me, at the very least I could throw up on their heads).

Vomiting in public is in my head just a single step above pissing in the street, but by that time I was too ill to care.

And then predictably enough, I did throw up, and collapsed a few steps away from the bin afterwards crying and shaking and looking, I imagine, not my best. And there, I was approached by a man who seemed somewhat out of it himself, who inquired in concerned tones:
*Are you in withdrawal love?* and offered me a cigarette which I bummed off him with a shaking hand while trying to reassure him that I wasn't on heroin but runner beans.

He left. When the local junkies take you for a lunatic it is quite an accomplishment I feel.

And because I am very stubborn and obstinate when I want to be, I got up and continued to my original destination holding on to the notion that I'd feel better once I got there. I in fact felt worse, so didn't get a lot done by way of AT but I did accomplish something on another level which was to *gasp* *shock* accept help. From a man no less. And a man who is a relative stranger at that.

That men can be kind and caring is still something of a shock to my system. And he was really very nice about it, and for once in my life I stopped fighting and let someone else look after me (without *gasp* *shock* feeling guilty about it! well not much anyway). And after having managed to convince him that I was well enough to be released into the world and I made it home just about, collapsed in the bathroom for the next two hours cursing myself and all vegetables and swearing to God that if He let me live I would never eat beans again. That I would live on salt bread and water for the rest of my life like a hermit.

I can't imagine why I thought this is something God would want, but like my many other moves that day, it seemed like a good idea at the time. ;)

Today I'm better.
And hey, at least I think I've made significant progress towards overcoming my phobia of vomiting.


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Mar. 26th, 2004 05:48 am (UTC)
Vomiting in public is in my head just a single step above pissing in the street, but by that time I was too ill to care.

Considering that people used to hurl bum dung from their windows,
pissing or vomiting in the street is hardly a bad thing,
it's unpleasant, but what te hell is anyone doing taking the time to watch [the dirty little oiks]

If it's necessary in the immediate, or it's going to happen rapidly
then fuck it- it's ok.

Mar. 26th, 2004 12:40 pm (UTC)
oh the morals of the meat.

it sounds wretched, I'm sorry. I've yet to be sick in public unless you count the time I did puke on the bus on the way to elementary school... they called me the "barf girl" for years. The seat I was in (12) was the "barf seat" my brother? "barf brother" dear god.
Mar. 27th, 2004 07:49 am (UTC)
Truly, that sounds like something that could scar a person for life.

But still.... hahahahahahaha!

Mar. 26th, 2004 05:49 am (UTC)
Quite the misadventure indeed, glad to hear you're feeling better however. I thought beans usually made you fart..!
Mar. 26th, 2004 03:02 pm (UTC)
hey if you have to go you have to go ;)
I get carsick often and once threw up after we pulled into Brother's hall of residence. The grass verge was inches away but I threw up on the tarmac of course. Oy...

Interestingly Bro had similar experience to yours y'day but I think it was a viral attack, parents think it was from a rewarmed kebab and he thinks it was from a tetanus vaccination.
Mar. 27th, 2004 06:46 am (UTC)
Worst public vomiting for me? I was 13. It was spaghetti.

I was riding in the car with my mom, when I announced that she'd better pull over NOW. Alas, she wasn't quick enough. Splo-o-o-o-o-r-r-r-tttt all over the inside of the car window, and the dashboard. Then I stumbled out into the parking lot of a furniture store, and baptized the asphalt.

Then my mom drove home in a car that was all barfed in. Lucky her; she got to clean it out. That's one reason why I'd never have kids.

As for the guys being nice thing: I feel the same way. It's always a shock to me that men can be considerate and caring even when they don't have ulterior motives.

And since I've always known that vegetables are unhealthy, I appreciate your providing me with more evidence to support my belief.
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