Three days into my stint here at Christ Hospital in Jersey City, hiccups were still plaguing me.
Then they suddenly stopped. Everything did. I couldn't breathe. An attentive young girl who happened to be visiting my bed-mate had the staff converge. But not before I'd puked the best roasted coffee I'd had in minute.
But at least I could breathe again.
As about 15 staffers stared poisted to deploy any matter of armaments from that awful "cart", and a middle-eastern young doctor leaned in and grilled me - 'What day it is? What year is it?' - all I could think was "wow, he's so pretty!"
Long story short, the hiccups are still a pain but when they seize I know to grab the bucket.
And you did note my location, right? Sweets and flowers aren't frowned upon.