Mom, dad, you'll find this funny...
So last night before dinner, Annie made those little pastry thingies that had a fishy-potato-ey puree in the middle, remember? Only this time they were all filled with something different and it was like mystery pastry. Well, I vaguely remember (meaning I really do remember) eating one and thinking it tasted like seafood. But because eating that prawn creme brulee thingy at dinner the other night went fine, I kind of ignored the realization that I was eating seafood, most likely. Afterwards, I wasn't very hungry at dinner, and then after me and Roman were watching comedy videos and I laughed while swallowing orange juice thus provoking me to choke, and then my stomach felt funny after. And then I started to feel like vomiting. And I thought to myself, "That's weird, why would choking on orange juice make me feel sick?" Well, I decided to go to bed since I was so tired. Once I laid down, I realized I really had to throw up. I tried to force myself twice- nothing. I finally went to ask Roman if he had any medicine for my tummy. But standing downstairs picking out medicine, I started sweating and feeling hot and cold all at once and feeling really bad. So he went and woke up poor Annie. And once she came and helped me I started feeling like I couldn't breathe, like hyperventilating, and really dizzy- which is weird cause that's never happened to me before- I seriously thought I would faint. And so she had me sit down. Then I like, burp, kind of. And once she tries to get me to the toilet......... poor Annie witnessed me barf up boar stew dinner all over her floor. Twice. Then three times in the kitchen sink................Poor Annie.
I FELT AWFUL. AND IT WAS SO GROSS. :( WAH.
I apologized a billion times and thanked her a ton for taking care of me. She was so kind, she made me an herbal tea and kept saying it's good cause I obviously needed to do that! Even though it was on her floor...... Needless to say, I have made my mark on the Coste household. Also, I now know it was definitely not orange juice that made me feel funny. I think I figured that out mid-barf. And there is one moral to the story: I shall never ever ever again eat seafood. Even if it's plausible that certain kinds don't make me sick (Annie thinks it was shrimp in the one pastry I ate. Which would make sense since shrimp in particular are the ones that make me THE sickest.)
But mom, the other day you said, if you get sick from this creme brulee, we know it's gotten worse. Well prawns must not affect me. But shrimp on the other hand: it must have gotten worse because these pastries are so small and the filling inside is such an even smaller amount. like one bite's worth. So... I Think that answers our question. No more shrimp for me ever ever ever again.
So there you have it! Now you know my lovely puke story. Hope you enjoyed it! Hahaha. But really, it's unfortunate because before, shrimp was one of my favorite foods. Now, I can barely eat a pastry filled with a shrimp or shellfish dip that's the size of my thumb without getting awfully sick...
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