And then it happened!

Me, a person with a formidable appetite!

Me, a super dynamic personality!

No appetite, malaise, lack of power in my limbs, slight confusion, pale. My physician, who examined me last week, said, "You are dehydrated and I am placing you into the hospital."

"No," I pleaded, but in vain.

When I entered the hospital, I said unequivocally, "I am not staying overnight." The next doctor I spoke to was from the Psychiatric Department. She asked me a lot of inane but, I'm sure, psychologically, meaningful questions. I felt relieved when she didn't declare me insane for wanting to go home.

Eventually I was hospitalized!

Sick people belong in hospitals. A sleepless night passed. How can anyone sleep when being poked and prodded every hour? I was placed on a drip containing antibiotics and saline solution.

I guess you can call it being rehydrated.

In the morning, I felt a lot better.

During the night I was given a roommate. His disease was sickle cell anemia. He writhed in pain and gave out shrieks that were not in keeping with hospital decorum.

All my blood tests passed muster but I was still hospitalized.

A very engaging Korean Minister sat down and we had a nice conversation. She compared the Korean predicament (sandwiched between aggressive Japan and China) and the Jewish experience of hate in Europe and in Israel. We ended the conversation with a Korean goodbye. And yet, I was still hospitalized.

The food was bland!

All 10 fingers were blood-tested for diabetes!

I did not know what was happening in the world.

What were my miserable Mets doing?

I was attached to a drip machine, and I had to take it with me into the toilet.

The nurses and staff were very nice.

I'd much rather be home!

Eventually, I was liberated. No negative symptoms.

The problem: The doctors found no reason for my being dehydrated. When people ask me what was the reason for three days in the hospital, I have no answer.

It is just great to be home!