After a night of pain and puking, I went to the ER at my OB/GYN's suggestion. When I was discharged, I was very hungry and felt I could eat something.. Only place that wasn't greasy fast food that was open was a Cuddle House, so we stopped there.. I was still a bit leary of eating and I saw they had cans of condensed soup, chicken noodles soup sounded fabulous, so I ordered a bowl.. The server while trying to mean well just really pissed me off. "Naw, you don't want no canned soup!" She said "But I really do." I said meekly "I'll bring you a bowl of chili." She said.. Oh dear, I'm going to be sick again.. No, no I don't want any heavy, spicy, greasy chili. "Please, I just want a bowl of soup.. I've been puking all night." She backed away from me as if I was gonna like on her.
After I ate the soup, I ordered a ham sandwich half way expecting her to want to bring something else.
After I ate the soup, I ordered a ham sandwich half way expecting her to want to bring something else.
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