puked in public again (at this point it's tradition)
I was having a usual day — studies, binge-watching, and sleep. Evening 🌆 came and I thought, “I should go cycling,” because I hadn’t gone in like a month.
I hit the highway 🛣️ and cycled super fast, feeling the breeze hit my warm skin. I had some chill music playing and thought, huh, this was nice 🙂 should do it more often (that’s what she said lol).
But just as I was almost home, I started feeling uneasy. My heart was racing, my head felt light, and my vision got a little fuzzy. I parked nearby and sat by this tile-like wall, hoping it would pass. Then it got worse — I felt like I was about to fall, so I sat on the ground.
A couple of people in their mid-twenties came over, and this sweet girl knelt beside me. “Are you fine? Do you stay nearby?” she asked softly. I could barely answer — my eyes just wouldn’t open. She let me rest my head on her lap, brushing my hair from my face 🥺. The kindness was almost cinematic… until reality hit and I suddenly sat up and threw up. My eyes burned, my stomach churned, and I felt awful. She called my dad, but he wasn’t home. This guy spots “Dr. C” on my phone (just my sister’s contact name) and asks, “Oh, should I call this doctor?” I told him, “Yeah, she’s my sister.” So he calls… and instead of a medical professional, Caroline shows up — no degree, no stethoscope, just a face full of shock because, apparently, I’d looked perfectly fine when I left.
And yeah… I hate puking in public. It’s happened before — once on Christmas, once on Good Friday (different years, of course). At this point, I should probably just get a tattoo on my forehead saying: Beware: might puke anytime, anywhere.
Even though the whole thing was awful in the moment, I was genuinely moved by how strangers rushed to help. It’s easy to forget how kind people can be until you’re the one who needs it. That girl, especially — she felt like an angel in disguise 😇.