I'm now a system analyst for a hospital (irony of ironies) in the patient accounting department.
That's what I used to do, long ago and far away, when hospital computers were powered by gerbils running in those little wheel thingies. In a sorta kind of coincidence, I ran the project when we had to change our registration system's logic for the Medicare questions on renal disease.
Didn't Jeff say "potassium"? If he didn't I'm decidedly not clever.
No. He said phosphorus (which I think is stuff like milk, cheese, beans, organ meats).
Actually, I said both. No oranges for me, and cheese, glorious cheese is off the list. I'm not sad about avoiding organ meats, though.
(Massive X-post. You guys are fast).
When I was in the hospital, I found myself saying, "Hm, this 'Ellen' show isn't too bad. When's 'The Price is Right' on?"
was your morphine drip set too high? :)
I have ice cream now. This is a good thing.
Hmmm. Now I want morphine, ice cream and cookies.
Good luck, Jeff.
I have a chocolate rice krispy treat.
Here you are, talking about ice cream and cookies, and I'm about ready to head out and pick up my first batch of diet food, which starts with tonight's dinner. Of course, I had a donut and Cadbury mini-eggs for breakfast as one last pig-out treat.
Be that as it may, it's good you're back here and no longer in the hospital, Jeff!
I'm eating pizza.
t /saltwhore
Together? That's either greedy or just gross, I'm not sure which.
morphine, cookies, and ice cream.
Of course, I'm the idiot who ate a dinner featuring a nice pinot noir and my head's weight in red licorice...don't try that at home, hmm?