Bad Cheesecake

About 5 days ago we had a drug rep come to the office, and they brought along some food for us. Damn nice of them! We had calzones, pasta, canolis, and cheesecake. Needless to say, there were plenty of leftovers (we're hungry pigs in rehab, but not THAT hungry). In particular, there was leftover cheesecake. Everyone was so stuffed from eating everything else that there was no room left for desert. Fine, stick it in the frige for another day. And another day. And another day. And another day. And another day. And another day. And another day until the day I came down from the Neurology office, canvassing the office for some food. Aha! I know, there's leftover cheesecake. Let me have some of that! It's still good; after all, Wayne had some just yesterday and he's at work today so it still must be good. So I had
1 1/2 pieces of 5-day-old cheesecake. Not a very bright idea being that 1) I'm lactose intolerant and shouldn't be eating CHEESEcake, and 2) eating anything that's 5 days old is just plain dumb.

Fine. Fast forward about 4 hours. Well, you can imagine what happened. I kept hearing that song I learned on my surgery rotation in med school:

"When you're sliding into first
And your pants begin to burst
That's diarrhea, diarrhea

When you're sliding into two
And your pants are filled with goo
That's diarrhea, diarrhea

When you're sliding into third
And you feel a greasy turd
That's diarrhea, diarrhea

When you're sliding into home
And your pants are filled with foam
That's diarrhea, diarrhea."

But that wasn't bad enough. The nurses kept paging me while all this was going on, too!

Random Photos

Alright, what's going on here? We have all sorts of random pictures from different times of the year, different themes, different everything (but same 'ol me!). Well, now that this blog has now had the great revealing to the family and close friends, I wanted you guys to see what I've been up to for the past....I dunno, whatever. Been so long I forgot! So here it is.

Richel and me at the St. Joe's Telemetry/CCU/ICU/MICU Christmas party. 

Sue, the Dinosaur at the Field Museum. A.K.A. Richel, when she's in a bad mood. :) 

Chicago skyline. Doing Rehab call isn't that bad, eh? 

Fairy from the Renaissance Fair. Photo taken by Richel 

Orchestra Hall at Symphony Center in Chicago 

Chicago Symphony Orchestra

On December 2nd, Richel and I watched the Chicago Symphony Orchestra play works by Josephy Haydn. Specifically, they played Symphony No. 60 in C Major, Violin Concerto No. 4 in G Major, and Symphony No. 98 in B-flat Major. This was the first time I've been to a professional symphony. All the other ones I've been to were usually high school performances. This one was conducted by Pinchas Zukerman and he also performed a violin concerto. I wish my brother and nieces and nephew could watch his performance, as they are all violinists, too, and would undoubtedly be inspired by Zukerman.
They even had a soft-spoken deep-voiced guy start talking about the background of the music before the music got underway, just like the guy on the radio.