<human>: Can you provide a brief rundown of the text in within 3 sentences?

So it was my birthday last week, and since I didn't get to celebrate it, we moved it to yesterday and went to Red Lobster. I was feeling a little under the weather during the day, but after a shower, I felt better and thought it would be fun. 

NOPE. 

We waited a half hour to get a table, but it wasn't that bad. Biscuits and calamari were great, my insatiable appetite ravaging through the multiple fried crisps. Then, we order entrees. Caesar salad, with endless shrimp, and lemonade. As we wait, food comes out quicker than usual, but right before it comes out, I feel a lot sicker. My nose begins to stuff itself, I start coughing, and generally feel tired. But the worst part is, my once insatiable appetite was beaten and tamed to where I couldn't get through 5 shrimp until I called it quits. 

Then it gets worse. The waitress brings another plate of shrimp. Juicy, succulent, delicious, save for the fact that I couldn't eat anymore. Around 10 shrimp per skewer, that plate had 2. So, I talked with everything and they had a little laugh as I told them my predicament. 

We didn't expect what happened next. The waitress brings 50 shimp to us, plate by plate, until my entire plate is filled with at least 100 shrimp, with me being unable to eat any of them. I'm sitting there in total agony at the fact that I really want to eat the shrimp, but I'm sick and I have no appetite to. So we have to box up over 100 shrimp and my cold only gets worse as we leave.

Then I step into a puddle and become convinced that God is punishing after my phone gets wet as well.
<bot>: Got sick, no appetite, barraged by 100 skewered, delicious shrimp, had to pack up all of it, walked into a puddle, fucked up my phone.