Hospital Food
Is not always terrible!
You probably know the well-known line supposedly used as a threat by some thug who takes exception to what someone — much less thuggish — has done or said that annoys the thug:
“You like hospital food, then, do you?
The implication is clearly that the stuff is so awful that nobody in their right mind would welcome the prospect of having to live on it for any length of time.
This week, for the first time in my life, I have had the opportunity to put the threat to the test — not, I hasten to add, due to having met a thug down a dark alley and looked at him in a way he didn’t like, but it was certainly not what I was expecting.
I was booked in for a “one day operation” on Tuesday, but the doctors decided to keep me in overnight because things were a little more complicated than expected. On Wednesday, they were still not happy with my sodium level, so I was put on a drip overnight and only allowed home on Thursday.
Hence the opportunity to sample hospital food.
First dinner
I had arrived in time for dinner on my first day — far too groggy for lunch having just been operated on under general anaesthetic — and chose a butterbean cobbler, but that is not what I got. Instead, I found myself eating a…
