When I was younger I'd boak quite a lot.....
and spent a period of about 5-6 weeks when I was around 9 that I would regularly fall ill on a friday, be ill all weekend, then be fine for school on monday. It eventually ended when my mum decided to keep me off school on the monday even though I felt ok, and it never happened again.

Anyways, it was during one of these little bouts of nausea that I spewed the turnip terror. I remember laying in bed with a cold damp flannel on my stomach (for some reason) and a basin by the bed. Feeling that familiar heave, I leaned over expecting to sick up the soup I had managed to force down earlier.

What came out was a massive mound of what looked like mashed turnip with bran flakes sticking out of it. How my tortured guts had managed to turn chicken soup into this foul, steaming pile of horror I will never know. It felt like the thing was climbing out of my guts rather than being forcibly ejected.

It was never explained why I fell ill either. I assume it was psychosomatic, although I can't for the life of me work out why I'd do that to myself at the weekend rather than a school day.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 5:15, Reply)