Just One Bite I've mentioned before that I'm violently allergic to onions, garlic, and all related seasonings. Even when they're used in very small quantities, and the flavor is masked by other spices, they give me problems. Used to be that I'd get instant, explosive diarrhea - I wouldn't even finish the meal before I'd have to dash to the toilet, where I'd stay for half an hour or more. But as time has gone on, my allergies have gotten worse, and more recently I find that I get nausea and vomiting instead of, or along with, the diarrhea. Well, a couple of years ago, I came home rather late from Christmas shopping. I hadn't bought anything for dinner, and I was kind of too tired to cook anyway, so my husband suggested we go to the nearest fast-food place (less than half a mile away). I won't mention any names, but the burgers are square and it's named after a girl. I already knew I didn't like their burgers very much, so I decided to try a grilled chicken sandwich. I asked the perky young lady behind the counter if the chicken had been seasoned or marinated or anything before it was cooked. She assured me that it wasn't, so I got a grilled chicken sandwich, fries, and a soda. But when I took a bite of the chicken, it tasted *STRONGLY* of garlic. Maybe they didn't add any seasonings at the store, but it had been marinated during processing at the factory! I threw out the rest of the sandwich, and just ate the fries. My big mistake was swallowing that one bite of chicken, instead of spitting it out. I went home, and I kept tasting that garlic in the back of my throat - as my grandmother would have said, it was "repeating" on me. (One bite!) But I soon began to feel sick to my stomach, and the nausea increased steadily... and that damned garlic taste in my mouth... Finally, being an emetophile, I decided that going ahead and throwing up was preferable to feeling so nauseous. I went and leaned over the toilet, and I didn't even have to use my finger. I felt so sick already, all I had to do was retch a little bit, and everything started to come up! I don't know where it all came from - I hadn't even eaten very much that day. But once I started, I just *KEPT* puking, wave after wave of thick, chunky vomit. It all tasted and smelled of that garlic-seasoned chicken, too. (One bite!) Cough, gag, retch, SPEW... BAAAAARFFF... gag, cough, cough, gasp, retch, PUUUUUKE! Finally I had nothing left in my stomach, but of course I kept dry-heaving anyway, *still* tasting that foul fowl. I tried to drink some water, but the first sip came up before I even finished swallowing it. About that time I started to feel the rumblings of a diarrhea attack building up in my *lower* digestive system. I turned around and sat down... well, you don't want the details of *that* part of my experience. At least I was only throwing up a little bit of water and bile, which I could catch in a tissue. And the dry-heaves subsided long before I was finished emptying out my intestinal tract. Eventually my entire body was empty. I *was* more than a bit turned on by having puked so much, but I was so exhausted that I could barely stagger to the bedroom and lie down... and then I just fell asleep. When I woke up, I was *still* feeling a bit queasy and diarrhea-prone. And I could still taste, faintly, the lingering garlic flavor of that damned ONE BITE of grilled chicken! Guess which fast-food chain I've never gone to again...