So I went in for a post-hospital visit to my Dr. R. Many things to go over. An MRI to order just to make sure that that liver is recovered and fine now that the inflamed colon is no longer bothering it.
Before we ended I told him I had to ask him one perhaps silly question.
Okay.
The hospital had told me that I was not allowed to eat chocolate; could I finally have my morning mug of hot cocoa now?
He got indignant and sputtered, “Where do they come UP with these…! YES have your mug, go have some chocolate!” Go enjoy!
My kind of doctoring. You know what I did first thing to celebrate when I got home from the appointment. And it surprised me: I’d forgotten what it tasted like, I honestly did.
I’ll have fun getting re-acquainted.