Disclaimer Do not read if hearing about sick makes you squeamish 
I'm a Nanny and on holiday in France with the family, and extended family I work for. Yesterday we spent the morning touring a castle, went for a fancy lunch and then spent the afternoon at another castle.
Unfortunately, the fancy restaurant had inadvertently served my starter (scallops - never eating those bastards again) with a large side helping of food poisoning.
I have never, ever been so ill in my entire life. And I was trapped, in public, on the classy French Chateau tour.
I can't remember very clearly what happened, but after about half an hour of trying to ignore the extreme pain in my stomach I ended up admitting to the Mum Boss that i wasn't feeling well. I then proved my point by being spectacularly sick (thankfully managing to make it to the nearby disabled loo).
The family were making a big fuss (bless them) and giving me tablets and water, and making me sit in a certain way (in between the toilet dashes). The three kids were FASCINATED in the whole thing.
I don't remember much but it must have looked bad because someone called an ambulance 
as they were worried because I was shaking very violently and all grey (but I was panicking because of all the fuss, which probably didn't help).
The paramedics and two castle staff then join me in the toilet cubicle, trying to take my blood pressure etc whilst I'm being intimate with the toilet bowl. None of them spoke English, the family I work for couldn't translate (They are Russian and their English isn't too strong).
The paramedics give me the choice to go with them to the hospital, but warn its a 6 hour wait, or to go back to the hotel and call them if things don't improve.
Sadly there's no Option C (instant death from the embarrassment) so I opt for hotel, and politely decline the wheelchair to get me back to the bus.
But unfortunately midway back to the bus, I decided to re-enact The Exorcist, and vomit on a very pretty ornamental tree by the gates...with Dad Boss holding back my hair and the girl I look after saying "NANNY!" in a shocked voice.
And just because that wasn't horrific enough, I do a repeat performance in the VERY fancy 5 star hotel, having been unable to sprint fast enough to my room.
I have horrendous social anxiety at the best of times, and try and be as low-key as humanly possible at work and I'm very frightened of my bosses and of letting them down. I'm currently stuck in France, facing another full week with them and i'm utterly mortified
WIBU to hide forever in my room and hope they've forgotten I exist?
This surely must be the most mortifying thing to happen at work?