Beer? Soup?

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I went into the bathroom and fished the lower denture out, then emptied the contents of the pee pot in the toilet. I rinsed the dentures and the pot out, then went back to bed spending most of the rest of the night in bed. I thought, 'Things will be much improved in the morning.' I remember thinking that some of my Warfarin might have been puked up, so I made the mental note to disregard the instruction to take only one pill on Sunday night, and took the usual one and a half pills instead.

Things were indeed much improved on Sunday morning. But about an hour after drinking my morning Diet Pepsi I began to feel queasy again while watching tv. I got to the bathroom just in time to puke it all up in the sink. I felt slightly hungover for the rest of the day although my digestive system improved considerably. By Monday morning I was back to normal.

Which brings us to the inevitable question: Was it the beer or the soup (tap - sucked in like a fish!)? Obviously it was the beer. But this does not by any means excuse the soup. Let me explain. Kootch is a magnificient cook. I have enjoyed her unique Japanese-Italian-Mexican-American cooking for almost half a century. I have absolute faith in everything Kootch cooks. I credit Kootch's cooking for my good health in my old age. Only this faith could have allowed me on that queasy night to consume such a vile green soup (being gassed by skin gas at 2027).