At Charity, there was an on campus food stop out front, separate from the cafeteria. Anyone could get food there. They had some of the best meat pies you could get especially at 0200. A pork chop biscuit and hot wings were just the ticket after a big trauma if you were hungry. I think the surgeons gave it the nickname: The Fistula. I, to this day, do not know what it was really called. When as a medical student, I asked one of the trauma guys why it was called the Fistula; he looked at me and said, “It’s like a fistula in surgery. Open on both ends, lots of crap in and out of it; and it never closes.” How, appropriate.
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