On last week’s episode of NBC’s Parenthood, Adam asks his wife Christina what she wants when she gets out of surgery.
“Burger.” she says, definitively. “Big fat juicy… cheeseburger. With cheese.”
“OK, cheeseburger.” he says as Christina is wheeled away.
I hit pause on my TiVo and cried for 15 minutes.
I was in a hospital once, for hours. I wasn’t allowed to leave and was scared and hungry. When Rob finally got out of work, he called on his way and asked what he should bring me.
“Cheeseburger!” I said. “With fries.”
He showed up with the cheesiest, greasiest, loveliest medium-rare burger I’d ever seen (shout out to Bareburger in Park Slope!) and this small bit of TV shook something loose in me. I cried not really because I miss anyone, but because who, exactly, is going to bring me cheeseburgers if I’m stuck in a hospital now?
This is the part that scares me.
image of a burger from Bareburger from Zest’d