Empanadas and root beer float. Why would I eat such a thing? It's called night shift in the labor rooms, my friends. The nurses were frying up empanadas, little pastries with ground meat and potato filling. Then one of the docs got out ice cream and root beer she'd brought, and, well....you can't be ruuuude, right? Gotta have some, right?

But two empanadas, L? Perhaps one would've been enough. Root beer float was so tasty. Now I feel like a lead balloon, and I reeeeeallly want to go to sleep. I have a patient in labor, though...ugh. NO more fried stuff + sugar.