TIFU by convincing myself I didn't need my anti-vomiting pill
This happened a few years ago during a school trip.
I've always had terrible motion sickness. It's so bad that if I'm in a bus for too long, there's a very good chance I'm going to throw up. Because of that, my mom gave me two motion sickness pills before I left—one for the ride to the trip, and one for the ride back.
The first one worked perfectly. I felt completely fine the whole day, so naturally my brain decided I was magically cured.
The second pill tasted absolutely horrible(even the 1st one was horrible but my mom made me eat it).
It wasn't one of those pills you swallow with water. You had to let it dissolve in your mouth, and it tasted like someone had compressed pure bitterness into tablet form.
So when it was time to head back, I looked at the pill, looked out the bus window, and thought:
"Eh... I'll survive."
Narrator: I did not survive.
About halfway through the ride back, I started getting that familiar feeling in my stomach. I kept telling myself, "Don't think about it. If I ignore it, maybe it'll go away."
It did not go away.
The second we reached school, I practically sprinted off the bus, hoping I'd make it.
I didn't.
I ended up throwing up before I could get home. For a few glorious minutes, I thought nobody had noticed.
Then two of my friends found me.
Instead of laughing, they immediately started helping me clean everything up, handing me pages of paper and making sure nobody else noticed. That's when I realized some of the vomit had also gotten onto the outside of my school bag.
Fantastic.
I tried carrying the bag in the weirdest position imaginable so the stained side faced away from everyone while speed-walking back to class like I was on a secret mission.
Later, one of my friends helped me wash the bag, but the smell... yeah, that wasn't leaving anytime soon.
The worst part?
The disgusting pill I refused to take would've probably saved me from the entire situation.
Safe to say, I have never skipped that pill again. NEVER.
TL;DR: My mom gave me two motion sickness pills for a school trip. I skipped the second one because it tasted awful, threw up when we got back to school, spent the next few minutes trying to hide my vomit-covered bag, and learned that bitter medicine is still better than public embarrassment.