See, the thing is, Beth Israel isn't really much of a hospital. I found that out later talking to some Hatzoloh guys. Among them it's kind of a joke. Don't get me wrong, though: I don't mean to cast aspersions on every doctor in the place. Indeed, my own beloved Dr. Katzenelenbogen is affiliated there, and he's saved my life a few times. But on the whole the care offered there tends to be less than stellar.Dr. Aitemen ordered an x-ray and I spent about a week there. Their baked ziti is excellent, but stay away from the Salsbury steak. My x-ray showed what the doctor called "multi-focal pneumonia". I think he might have explained what that meant at one point, but I don't remember. What I do remember is that he seemed rather vague about what he intended to do about it. There were nebulizer treatments and T.O.V. (Taking Of Vitals) and a guy coming in every day to collect money for the TV rental. I watched a lot of Animal Planet. I ate. I slept. I would have questioned the wisdom of staying in the hospital, but they were giving me some antibiotic and my breathing was better. And hey, I wasn't working anymore, so I didn't have any place important to go, anyway. Just before I was discharged, Dr. Aitemen barked his final medical order at me:
"GET RID OF THE BIRD!"
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