"Food Poisoning". One afternoon at a business lunch … Bargain negotiate. Wheel deal. That night …. My housemates drove me to an emergency room at 2am … Our Lady of Patriarchal Domination. This is the only place that's open. We'll do a pro-choice demonstration outside while we wait for you, Nina. You poor thing. You must feel awful. We just need to take a little blood sample. Poke! This shot will make you feel better. Well, nothing shows up in your blood test, so you're perfectly well. Go home. 4am ... You were in there for hours! What did they do to you? You look like hell. They tortured me. 2 weeks later .... Hospital Charge 28.94 198.50 30.75 65.00 34.00 357.19 Let's see ... I got food poisoning at a business lunch, and then I draw a cartoon about it ... Maybe I can write it off of my taxes?