What do you mean no sweet potatoes?

I had this crazy chest pain over the holiday that ended up being a muscle spasm but felt like a bacon induced heart attack. Unfortunately it happened on Christmas eve which meant missing my mothers annual Christmas eve party and spending most of Christmas holiday in a hospital bed. This short stint in the hospital made me realize a couple things about life.

The only feeling more helpless than lying in a hospital bed not knowing what’s wrong with you is looking at somebody you care about in a hospital bed not knowing what's wrong with them.

After the initial muscle spasm I wasn’t experiencing any real pain, going to the hospital was more about finding out why. Try convincing your mother, siblings and close friends of that when your sitting in emerg hooked up to all kinds of machines. I would say they were 10x more scared than I was. I felt sorrier for them than I did myself.

The other thing I realized is that I don’t ever want to get sick for real. The food at the hospital was horrible. All I wanted was some sweet potatoes on Christmas. They don’t serve sweet potatoes at North General. The other thing about life I realized is I don’t want to be anywhere where they don’t serve sweet potatoes.