A Negative Breakfast

I was at Rubio's for breakfast and I ordered the same thing I had order the first time I've gone here. When the food arrived, I felt something wrong with it, like picking out an apple but even though it look like all of the other apples, this one felt like it had had a rotten journey by itself.

I ate it anyways. I was brought here, and the food was paid for and I hate to fling it or to have it taken back. I hate wasting. I grew up poor, dammit. I was also hungry. I had a little more than half of the salmon burrito and the burrito started screaming out poison like as if I had eaten an old, opened box of yogurt that has been sitting the depths of the refrigerator for years.

I couldn't finish it and I didn't want to see it again.

Later I was struck with heartburn followed by a stomach ache. Tonight, before I went to sleep. I felt a swelling in my throat. I was going to be sick. Dammit. It is now past four in the morning, I had made a tea called Throat Coat and ate a hot bowl of Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup with twelve twists of black pepper (grind). I ate it hot, so it burned the way in and down. It did help. I'm just not very happy eating a can of perservaties.