It's typical; I'm fine most of the time, but right when we're about to go on holiday abroad, my body suddenly decides it'd quite fancy having a very unnecessary overreaction to an Indian takeaway... I've been in the bathroom since 10pm YESTERDAY. And I'm supposed to get on a plane and go on holiday in two days. Well done, stomach. I swear to god...
It sprung from my mum really - always blame someone else! She loves Indian food, and I've never liked it, but when I thought about it, it's probably because I've only ever experienced Indian food from crappy takeaways. So my mum suggests I should have something from the best takeaway in town, because "it's the best Indian food I've ever had in my life" and all that. So I thought why not? I do wish I enjoyed Indian food, because it always looks nice, and I wanted to conquer my difficulty with it because I really want to go to India, and wouldn't want to go there not being able to tolerate the cuisine. I didn't wanna be like Ringo!
So I had a nice Pasanda... and I wish I never had. I seriously never wanna see a bathroom again. This'd better not still be happening when it's holiday time! That's the unfortunate thing me and Ringo have in common; we both have huge difficulties handling certain foods, and anything we can't handle provokes a big reaction. Looks like India's quite literally gone down the pan for me then...
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