Post by Michael F. Stemper Post by Kevrob Post by Lynn McGuire
BTW, I told the hospital about my almond allergy. So, the
hospital banned ALL nuts from my food orderings. I was mildly
torqued. Not as torqued as I was by the heart healthy
scrambled eggs, those were nasty.
I've been told it is always a good sign when the patient is
up to complaining about the food.
The ObSFW for patients complaining about their food would be
Chapter 18 of _Galactic Patrol_, which details Kinnison's first
convalescence in a Patrol hospital.
All he got was dry toast, tea, and "an occasional anemic
soft-boiled egg". (Except the one time the gave him a poached
egg.) He was less than pleased, and he let it be known.
I have only ever had one meal in a hospital, after my bicycle
accident so many, many years ago. One meal, in three days. Because
they didn't want to feed me until after the surgery to put a pin in
my arm, and they didn't want to do the surgery until they were
certain the concussion wouldn't be a problem. OK, I suppose that
made sense to them. I was only half conscious on pain killers the
whole time, so I hardly noticed.
So after the surgery, I get one meal before they send me home
(because hospitals are full of sick people, and it's best if they
get you out as soon as possible, as noted in ). Now, at this
point, I have *just* had surgery on my left forearm, and was told
not to life anything heavier than a pencil for six weeks. And the
right arm basically doesn't work at all, due to bruising in the
shoulder so severe they were worried about nerve damage. Now, the
doctors, and nurses, and everyone else, were *wonderful* -
except the orderly who brought this meal. He drops it on the tray
over the bed, and leaves. I nearly had to lap it up like a dog.
So I have a complaint about hospital meals, but it's not about the
food (which I have no memory of whatsoever).
Actually, that's not really true. My mother was in a car
accident when I was a year old, and they put me in the kid's ward
because my parents were divorced at the time and there was nothing
else to do. Of course, I caught the flu from the sicks kids, and
was there a couple of days after my mother was sent home. But I
have no memory of it.
It was a Kaiser hospital, in the early 90s, when, in California,
it was very, very difficult to sue HMOs for mistakes. If you were a
member. Which I wasn't. And it's highly illegal to turn someone
away from the emergency room, especially when they're seriously
injured and bleeding from an ear. And Kaiser had had . . . problems
with that before, the biggest being the press coverage of people
dying in their ERs. So I had the head of every department treat me.
The head of orthopedic surgery put the pin in, the head of
neurology kept an eye on my shoulder until he was *certain* there
was no nerve damage. Their accountants were drooling morons, but
the medical care was first rate.
Vacation photos from Iceland:
"Terry Austin: like the polio vaccine, only with more asshole."
-- David Bilek
Jesus forgives sinners, not criminals.