So for the eighth time since starting this blog, I have puked up my dinner. I do only self-induced vomiting (sure, I have certainly puked naturally, but I’ve never been lucky enough to catch it on camera!) So instead, a story of where I puked naturally will have to suffice…
I had eaten eggs, ham, tomato, bread and coke for lunch. We were returning from a family outing where I had to sit in the back seat of the car for a two and a half hour drive. It was a very hot and sunny day; the car was stuffy with little air, and I was bored so I was reading a book on my kindle. Gradually but surely, a wave of motion sickness wafted through my body. My whole being felt dizzy and queasy. I asked my dad to pull over because I needed some air, but there was nowhere to stop as we were on a busy motorway and it would have been dangerous. I felt the vom climbing up my esophagous..suddenly…WHOOSH! A whole load of puke went all over the back seats of the car. The stench was unbearable, and luckily some motorway services were nearby so I could get cleaned up. It was quite a distressing experience to say the least!
So, back to business…last night, I was wined and dined by an emetophile. We ate in a lovely top quality restaurant. I had a four course meal. I ate stuffed leg of guinea fowl for starters:
Lemon posset with shortbread:-
After that, there was a filmed show. For my regular observant followers, you will notice two things: the bathroom is different (the marble floor indicates a top quality hotel) and also I’ve taken the plunge and changed my companion; my trusty toothbrush:
So please feel free to rent my video of last nights action – £5.99 for a 30 day rental. The camera angles are almost completely different from my usual, with more of my face exposed and more gagging and burping:-
I love you all,