We have all heard the jokes or made our own about hospital food. When mr. kenju was hospitalized with a stroke, I thought his meal trays were somewhat appetizing, but my one experience this time was not so terrific.
As the catheterization was not scheduled until 3pm, it was decided I could have some liquids and jello. I had eaten only a salad since before 4pm on Monday, so by 9am Tuesday, I was painfully hungry and thirsty. I was brought jello, instant decaf coffee (yuck) and a cup of chicken broth which tasted like manna from the Gods, or so it seemed. The next food and drink to pass my lips was served at 7pm that day. The tray had been brought at 5pm, but sat in the room until I was allowed to eat it. It consisted of stale, wilted fresh spinach (with a packaged dressing I can't eat), beef tips and mushrooms in gravy over noodles the consistency of desiccated worms and a side of broccoli so over cooked it was brown, not green.
No bread or butter or dessert was given.
Since I was hungry enough to eat the proverbial bear by that time, I ate the beef tips and noodles. One bite of that concoction would have given me gas for a week - and I ate the whole serving. This made it impossible not to pass gas with every motion for hours after that. I know....TMI.
The complaint arose after a maintenance man decided that 1:30 am was a good time to buff the floors in the cardiac unit. What kid of idiot does that? I had just gotten to sleep about 12:30 am, and being rudely awakened by the sound of a floor buffer was not helpful. The wax smelled like fresh paint - which makes it sort of hard to sleep - in addition to the noise. I am tempted to write a note to the head of the hospital about it. Sleep opportunities are always lacking in a hospital anyway, but losing sleep due to a floor buffer is totally unacceptable.