One of my patients last night was eating voraciously. In addition to an enormous meal from the hospital kitchen, he devoured 3 TV dinners, 1 PB&J sandwich and two pieces of toast and jelly.
Around 0200, he called out for another snack. After discussing it with his nurse, I brought him a couple of saltine packets.
A tirade spewed forth.
"I'm a MAN. I've traveled the world and have a MAN's appetite. I'm not a little boy and don't want no little boy snacks!"
He threw the crackers at me and said he wanted a MAN's snack.
I asked him what he wanted and he told me:
"a chocolate sundae."
I wonder how he feels about quiche.
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