Singapore Noodles

  About five years ago I experienced a rather frightening episode concerning my beloved intestinal tract. While hungrily devouring some leftover Singapore Noodles for breakfast – I inadvertently and unknowingly also inhaled a sneaky chip of glass from the rim of my Pyrex container. The little fucker had somehow mixed in with the delectable morsels of shrimp, pork, scallion and yummy rice noodles.

I headed to work ready to face the day other than my off putting but certainly customary halitosis. All seemed good. Until I began to mysteriously sweat profusely. If not for the confident knowledge that I did not indeed have ovaries – I may have momentarily convinced myself that I was about to give birth to the Antichrist.

A harrowing drive to the local hospital where I was welcomed by an expert team that quickly and deftly discovered the very roots of my despair, and immediately applied their heroic expertise.

My beloved intestines were welcomed outside my abdomen and that sinister sliver was identified, removed and labeled. I even received my own copy!! Not as awe inspiring as a gerbil, car keys, or hand mixer attachment – but still worthy of some idle conversation amongst the staff.

A brief recovery and most returns to normal. My love for Singapore Noodle has never waned. But on occasion – there is a level of resistance that suggests things may be a bit different in the abdominal tract. Next time may not be so forgiving.