I was determined not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I started crawling towards a nearby park
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When I was 19, I commuted to work every morning on an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I got on.
One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus got to my stop, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to throw up.
We were coming down the street towards the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
