The Prince of Princes

For the last few months there has been a lady from China living with us, at dad's house.  She's a professor and was brought here to do research at the university.  She is leaving at the end of this month, and as a thank you for our hospitality, she took us to a restaurant she found that serves traditional Chinese style food.

We all sat around a table with a big pot of soup in the middle, and when the soup boils, you add in you pick of raw meats and veggies, and noodles etc.  With options like 'black fungus', calf stomach, and quail eggs, it's safe for you to assume that MY plate did not end up being worth the all-you-can-eat price tag.  Because my Endometriosis is more under control, my stomach feels better in general, and my current weight (compared to what I weighed 18 months ago) is a good indicator of a decent appetite, but it is still not at all an adventurous stomach!  I stuck to boiling corn and broccoli, and fake crab.

Nonetheless my insides were pissed off.  I think just looking at the plates of raw chicken, and shrimps with eyes still in their heads made my guts anxious.  So once we were finally on our way home (the Chinese appreciate taking their time to digest at the table, and drink tea very slowly, apparently), I text my boyfriend and told him to please make sure our bathroom would be unoccupied, so it could be all mine or a while.

This is what I came home to...

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