I am screaming...

So, four weeks ago, I spent about an hour and a half setting up some whacked out nuclear testing rigamarole to find out if my kidney has any sort of viability.

I get to Micheal Reese at 8 AM.

I've been on a fast for 24 hours...no one at the hospital seems to have a record of my appointment.

The rather large Jewish attorney that is my partner is taking down names to document the ineptness.

The drugs that should be coursing through my veins are somewhere in Indiana.

So, what do you do when you are trapped at 29th and Cottage Grove?

We broke the fast at Ramova!


Today's special is smoked butt, in case anyone cares....



(giant, pic intensive post about my long weekend in San Francisco will show up once my blood pressure lowers... )

So how was the food?

We got to about this point,

and some guy walked in and ordered a pork chop with his eggs and we realized we blew it...

Oh well, live and learn!