Today at work the Biscuit came in. I was up front checking out the rack--the rack of charts that presages either a good or bad night for us--when a tall gangly woman in an atrocious green dress walked into my field of view. It looked suspiciously like the Biscuit's Sympo-friend and--lo and behold!--it was. Out in the ghetto. And beside her--the Beautiful Biscuit. What a treat! But why.... She came bearing gifts. The type of gifts ER personnel like best--food! Her church bridal shower had ended and she and the green dress had driven forty miles to drop off the left-overs with me at work. She was beautiful, happy, charming and bearing Italian food--I had to struggle to not walk a around with a big sloppy grin on my face. What a woman! All night nurses, techs, secretary and staff were thanking me for the food. At first I demurred, but finally I just gave in and was appropriately gracious. The Biscuit has done more to make me liked by the ED than anything I have done for myself. She's magical! People who like me--my friends and family, even my parents--like me more because I have found her. Incredible!