|A Little Of This And That|
I was going thru an old notebook of mine and a note about a military hospital experience of mine, years ago, caught my eye. This was no big deal ( it was to me at the time) but I'll always remember that night.
HOT SOUP AT THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING
I was in this military hospital for a tonsilectomy. I remember being in the operating room and the doctor was starting to do his thing. The anesthetic had not quite knocked me out. I faintly remember hearing the doctor letting out a stream of profanity that would have put a pirate to shame. Apparently one his forceps had slippied off a tonsil. Then I blacked out.
Back in my hospital room after the tonsilectomy, I became conscious. I was really nauseated. I couldn't face up to lunch or dinner brought to me on a tray. I dropped off to sleep.
I woke up about three AM in the morning almost feeling like a human again except for the pain and soreness where my tonsils used to be. I was hungry as hell. The hospital was quite. I went exploring and found the now vacant dinning hall. Nobody there .However I could hear noises from the hospital kitchen next door to the dining room and headed there.
I told the cooks about my tonsilectomy and that now I was hungry as hell. They were good guys and heated up some 'cream of tomato' soup and gave me a bowl of that. I sat at a little table in the hospital kitchen and devoured that wonderful soup. I had a second bowl. Damn ! It was good.
Some things, you never forget.