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.
*mind-boggles*
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.
- Current Mood:
but recovering
- Current Music:dead can dance
Comments
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.
lol.
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.
;)
But still.... hahahahahahaha!
(sorry)
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.
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.