I embarrassed myself tonight

I went out with my aunt in law and my uncle to a Vietnamese and Thai restaurant called the money tree kitchen and threw up at the restaurant after I ate my meal. I ate lunch and dinner too close together. I had two large pieces of lasagna for lunch between 3 and 3:30 pm. Then we late dinner at 7:30 pm at the restaurant. I should have known better not to eat such a heavy lunch before dinner. I had spicy basil pad Thai with shrimp. Luckily they ate their food before I threw up chunks. Right there at the table. It was so sudden. I should have stopped halfway through my meal and taken the rest with me home in a box. I vomited on my coat and scarf and skirt. Because my scarf was full of vomit I couldn’t put it on again because it was dirty and I was very annoyed because my neck was cold and had nothing on it. My aunt was nice enough to let me wash my laundry once we got home. I had toast when I got back to my aunts and uncles house with tea and my medication. I overpacked for three days and my mom is going to kill me when she sees how much I have to carry back. I didn’t want to come to my aunts and uncles house originally. I wanted to stay home with all my stuff and not needing to guess with the weather ahead of time. I hate being caught unprepared for the constantly changing weather in the New England summers and I hate being cold. I left some stuff I should have worn the last two to three days at my parents house. Originally the weather was supposed to be 80 degrees but last minute went 70-75/76 and that drives me nuts. I still brought warm coats and scarves and warm apparel and hair accessories. I brought a pair of Ugg boots and warm socks. I hated being. Underdressed when the weather cold go either way up or down. But my aunt Nicole tried really hard to make me feel at home as much as possible even though she knew I would have preferred to be in my own house. My parents did not feel comfortable with me by myself for two to three nights alone at their house. One because the power could go out and I could be stuck with no electricity. I didn’t have the means to go anywhere because I don’t drive anymore. I needed ti be fed because i really don’t know how to cook for myself. And. A bunch of other reasons. I was left alone. At my aunts house for short periods of. Time when she had to drop off her mother and get. Her nails done. My dad left me home alone for one night when he had to work onsite for his shift and my mom already left for Tennessee. I would have been fine home alone for a couple of days. As long as I had enough food. Around. My parents wouldn’t have minded if my grandparents were ten minutes away to check on me and bring me food and my grandma stayed overnight with me. But they are in Portugal. When I move out., I’m going to live by myself so they will have to get used to the idea. They think I’m better off living in supportive housing for the mentally ill where there is some oversight over tenants well being if I want to move out on my own. But I learned don’t eat your meals too close together. I want to live completely on my own. Also my uncle kind of caused a commotion when I threw up 🤮 he ushered me to the bathroom to clean up. And used the napkins to pick up some vomit off me. I enjoyed my food before I vomited it up. What a waste of money. And what a complete embarrassment for myself my aunt and uncle in a public place. I was mortified. I apologized profusely to the server and my aunt and uncle. Well better I vomited from eating too close together rather than a reaction to spices or the worst possible scenario pregnancy. Boy am I glad I keep my legs closed. Pregnancy would be the end of the world. For me. I’d sooner kill myself than have a baby. This is why I am better off single for the rest of my life. Or end up with a woman so I don’t have to worry about pregnancy. Or an infertile, impotent man. Seriously what a blessing that would be. A man with a vasectomy. For instance. Anyway vomiting in public was embarrassing and I changed and washed my laundry as soon as I got home. Luckily I didn’t vomit in my uncles new truck. Well whatever came up, came up.. my aunt and uncle were very understanding about it. My uncle and godfather thought I shouldn’t eat anymore even toast when I got home. But to take my medicine on an empty stomach would be a bad idea. I packed up my bags for tomorrow so I’m ready to go back to my parents house. I will still like to come for dinner to my uncles and aunts house sometimes. They have been quite nice to me the last couple of days especially my aunt. They took me out to Vietnamese and Thai because I wanted Asian food. My uncle forever really laid on his horn in his truck. I like my aunt better than my uncle what can I say? I love them both but I relate well better to my aunt. At least I can finally go home and have everything at my fingertips again though I am grateful to my aunt. I can live neatly and orderly in my everyday life with things being placed where I remember them. I can be dressed as warmly as possible and miss nothing with the temperatures fluctuating. I hate New England weather. I also hate embarrassing myself by throwing up in public. I could have avoided everything.