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...