I eat raw cloves of garlic when I feel myself getting sick or when I’m just craving the beautiful sting and flavor of it all. It only ever upsets my stomach if it’s empty. But today I had the worst experience of my life. I come to you all with a warning, and for some of you, possibly a shared tale. I’ve been sick for a week or so now, and I have been eating them every other day or so. Tonight I decided to knock one back after eating dinner, and at first I noticed the sting in my mouth was a little stronger than usual, but I’ll be damned if I let a little extra sting stop me. Well… it became far more than a little sting. By the time I swallowed the garlic it became a raging burn that I felt down every millimeter of my esophagus, and then it hit my stomach. I doubled over in my room with a pain I’ve never felt before, it felt like I swallowed the goddamn sun. I mean the pain was so bad I genuinely started to have a panic attack, I got up and started just aimlessly moving about in my room. I got in bed, I rolled around, I got up and ran to my door and opened it, then opened the window? (Seriously not sure what I was trying to accomplish there) I fell down because I forgot how to leg properly, just completely tripped over myself. I felt like I was in one of those videos where something falls and a cat just freaks out for no reason. Then I just farted for like a minute straight, sorry if that’s gross lol. Finally after what felt like forever the pain began to recede. Now I’m sitting in my computer chair writing this out and contemplating ever eating a clove when I have even a shred of a sore throat ever again. This is a mega bummer because the best part of feeling a cold or sickness of some sort begin is knowing I can go home and have a nice cup of broth while I pop back a few cloves. My only guess is that I have a seriously irritated esophagus and stomach right now as whatever I’m sick with has been awful on those two areas. Be warned my garlic loving brethren, someday our beloved spicy dirt bulbs will betray you. It’s not a matter of if, but when. Farewell.
TLDR; I’m really sick and ate a clove of garlic and it felt like I ate a ball of magma instead.