For those who don’t know, I have been in the hospital more times than I care to admit—and re-admit!—over the past few years.
During these stays, I've had every type of hospital food imaginable, from liquid-based diets to full-blown turkey dinners, and have become a well-timed connoisseur and expert in its diagnostic, systolic, and apostolic form of finer dining.
It was a style of food I had grown accustomed to, and in a strange way, kind of missed.
So, as my girlfriend checked into OU Medical Center for two overnights following a planned surgery, I decided to take advantage of the other side—the tasty side—of the serving tray, and eat dinner at the hospital-friendly dining room, to get reacquainted with those sterilized tastes.
After spending five or six hours in the waiting room during her surgery, I made my way downstairs as the nurses roused her to consciousness, and gave her a new cocktail of drugs to allow her to sleep.