last night's meal

We went to the fancy Italian place down the street from us. Husband ordered lasagne and I wanted cappelini (thin spaghetti) with olive oil and garlic. We waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more! Finally the waitress came and apologized that she didn't turn our order in and she was going to bring us some bread. So buttered focaccia is what is takes to make me go from pissy to less pissy. The food finally came and it is exactly what I expected from there: fancy and presented nicely. It had a fine sprinkling of crushed red pepper on it. It tasted good and the red pepper gave it the ever-so-slight burn. We finished and went home, and something wasn't right. It wasn't heart-burn, but something was wrong with my gut. I went to sleep and dreamt the most crazy and vivid dreams. You know, the kind with real people you know in real places with in real situations, but with just a little too much craziness. Recently I found out a friend has cancer, and she was in my dream. I noticed she was tan, and she looked nice with a little color for once. Ends up she turned that color from radiation treatments. Also in this dream I witnessed her ending her life instead of letting the cancer get her. I can't get that image out of my head. So I woke up and my guts have been burning all day. I am never going to eat crushed red pepper again.