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if you don't mind."
"Oh, not at all. In that event since you don't care about rice, how about potato?"
"Potato will do very nicely. As a steady diet I am much fonder than I am of rice," I responded more enthusiastically, and satisfied at this arrangement, I took the card so filled out and presented it at the diet kitchen desk. I was weighed in and measured and given my meal-hour schedule.
Despite the potato order, plainly written upon my admission card, all that was shoved at me however, was rice and more rice. There was boiled rice, rice flakes, rice muffins - everything on a rice list except saki. Moreover it was the weekend and the Clinic always closes upon Saturday afternoons. That is the offices are closed and the place is deserted, but I don't think the big entrance doors are ever locked. My next appointment with Dr Alvarez was not until Monday. All day Saturday I was exposed to rice. I objected to the waitress but all the satisfaction I got was the response, "The elimination diet always begins with rice," my informant said.
"But not mine. Dr. Alvarez changed the rice order to potato for me."
Seeing no immediate alternative, I nevertheless took the rice like a little Japanese man. I was not given anything else to eat. At that time too, I was not onto the doctors little quirks and methods as I later learned them. But I was a game sport and did the best I could with what was given me. As may have been expected, my stomach rebelled furiously; my whole gastro-intestinal tract was in an uproar. All through the evening hours, all through the night, I was ghastly ill. Little devils tortured and frolicked throughout my digestive tract. I had hives. I was in convulsive pain.
Sunday morning I could tolerate no more and I marched to the diet kitchen for a show down, my eyes glittering dangerously. "I am eating no more rice," I stated definitely and emphatically. "I was ill all night! Dr Alvarez wrote potato upon my card, and if I can't have potato, I will take nothing." - all this to the girl at the door desk to whom we paid our meal fee upon entering.

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if you don't mind." "Oh, not at all. In that event since you don't care about rice, how about potato?" "Potato will do very nicely. As a steady diet I am much fonder than I am of rice," I responded more enthusiastically, and satisfied at this arrangement, I took the card so filled out and presented it at the diet kitchen desk. I was weighed in and measured and given my meal-hour schedule. Despite the potato order, plainly written upon my admission card, all that was shoved at me however, was rice and more rice. There was boiled rice, rice flakes, rice muffins - everything on a rice list except saki. Moreover it was the weekend and the Clinic always closes upon Saturday afternoons. That is the offices are closed and the place is deserted, but I don't think the big entrance doors are ever locked. My next appointment with Dr Alvarez was not until Monday. All day Saturday I was exposed to rice. I objected to the waitress but all the satisfaction I got was the response, "The elimination diet always begins with rice," my informant said. "But not mine. Dr. Alvarez changed the rice order to potato for me." Seeing no immediate alternative, I nevertheless took the rice like a little Japanese man. I was not given anything else to eat. At that time too, I was not onto the doctors little quirks and methods as I later learned them. But I was a game sport and did the best I could with what was given me. As may have been expected, my stomach rebelled furiously; my whole gastro-intestinal tract was in an uproar. All through the evening hours, all through the night, I was ghastly ill. Little devils tortured and frolicked throughout my digestive tract. I had hives. I was in convulsive pain. Sunday morning I could tolerate no more and I marched to the diet kitchen for a show down, my eyes glittering dangerously. "I am eating no more rice," I stated definitely and emphatically. "I was ill all night! Dr Alvarez wrote potato upon my card, and if I can't have potato, I will take nothing." - all this to the girl at the door desk to whom we paid our meal fee upon entering.