It was the end of church service. We had our heads bowed, the room was silent except for pastor closing up in prayer. Then it happened. My stomach began complaining loudly. It would stop and then begin again, all the while my husband laughing and trying to pay attention to the prayer.
After church, I was so hungry I was shaking. We visited people and I whined loudly that I needed to eat! Finally after gathering the children, saying good bye to friends again, we left for our twenty minute drive back to town.
Begging my husband for a quick meal, he pulled us into the local restaurant known for breakfast. The place was so busy that I had two cups of coffee before they even took our order. I then proceeded to drink two more cups of coffee before our order was brought to us. If I thought I had the shakes before, I was borderline epileptic now.
Everyone dug in and began enjoying their food. Everyone but me. This is what I get for being so complainy during prayer time.
I ordered sour dough toast because it doesn't bother my tummy as much, they brought me white.
I ordered hash browns, they were a little bit burned.
I ordered an omelet. As I sank my shaking fork into the omelet clear ooze gushed out. Not only was it raw inside...it was cold raw. Gross.
So I did not eat and when we got home 2 hours later I made myself an egg over medium thank you.
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