Probably nutritious but devoid of flavour
I required three days to learn two important things. Guess I’m not as swift as I used to be. Here goes: if one piece of dry toast isn’t particularly good, then two pieces does not improve the appeal. If you must lie quietly on your back for (the best part) of those three days, beg for a pillow. Otherwise, you have returned to something that was considered a form of torture by earlier generation.
I have gone to the table at my local hospital. Tea is not better than decaf coffee, no matter how hot. Margarine and canned vegetables equal other foods from the “probably nutritious but devoid of flavour”. Those foil-covered puddings and fruit cups are the high point of their cuisine. It all comes down to a scheme to get you out of there and home, so they can clear the bed for someone else who actually appreciates open-back gowns and interruptions through the night to see if you are sleeping… in the absence of pillows, you aren’t, and you don’t need their pleasant reminder. Save it for more serious conditions. Being wheeled through the labyrinth in a wheeled chair while wrapped in a linen blanket is a simple reminder that we all get old, and faster than we like to admit.
But, I’m home. More plastic in my eye than before. Some pain (I’m tough, so I’ll code it as “some” and not “too much”). The dog was happy to see me, until the next distraction passed in the street. The neighbour brought soup (that is a first!!!).
My drops are now numbered, to permit sequencing of the soup mixture, and I can’t wait to be healed and healthy.
