7UP + SPICY FOOD = ???

So I was at the family's home yesterday to help with braille and some computer stuff. They asked if I would eat with them, I wasn't hungry but they insisted, so I thought I would have a little bit. I sat down at the table where they had waiting for me a big plate of rice with some green leafy thing and some omelet type thing. There was also a bowl of some sauce I was informed was to go on top of the rice and leafy thing. A mixture of fish paste and chili pepper I think they said. No big deal, I like spicy food, I have a friend from Bangledesh who shares her food with me. It's really good. The fish paste I wasn't so sure about but whatever.

Aside from the fishy taste, it was really good, it was spicy but not too bad. A glass of water would have been nice. Just as I thought that they brought a glass to my place, I was hoping for water but they poured me a glass of 7-up. Not exactly what you want to sooth the burn in your mouth, but I didn't have anything else. As soon as the first gulp of 7 up reached my stomach I knew trouble was brewing. But I couldn't just leave half a plate of food. They do not waste anything! So I continued to eat and drink, every bite bringing me closer to disaster. I had felt sick after a meal at there place before but I managed to keep it together. This time however it felt like my stomach wash unleashing the wrath of a thousand volcanoes. With about a handful left in my plate I planned on shoveling the rest down and then dashing off as if I were late for something.

With about 3 spoonfuls left my hole body heaved as I tried to contain the fury within. I think I pulled every muscle in my torso. Thank goodness the father couldn't see me and the rest of the family was in the other room. I was not going to make it. I had to run lest I blow chunks all over their dinning room table. I couldn't even open my mouth to excuse myself or say goodbye. I pointed to my watch trying to convey that I was in a hurry and went to grab my purse. In typical Chantal fashion, I couldn't remember where I put it. I had to search for it while trying to hide the fact that I was exploding on the inside. I found it and calmly left the apartment. As soon as the door closed I booted it outside. I just made it to the parking lot when my esophageal sphyncter decided it could hold on no more. The contents of my gut went from stomach to mouth at mach 1 and I vomited with such force there was kick back.

The projectile traveled quite a distance. I hope they didn't see or hear me. I quickly got into my car, and drove home with my face in a plastic bag just in case. I got home, where I lied down to study for my midterm. Unfortunately I was studying all about digestion and the churning of my stomach. Not helpful. I was just glad that the fire had burned down by the time the remaining dinner reached the other end.