Cardio Vascularis Center - Budapest, Hungary
Garden City Hospital from Garden City, Michigan. Lasagne, Broccoli, and Wheat Bread ! (thanks Alicia)
I was admitted after having a gall bladder attack (thankfully, my first and last). I wasn’t permitted to eat because they anticipated sending me for surgery as soon as my white blood cell count dropped into the normal range. That ended up being two days after admission. My room-mate had what smelled like a very good chicken dinner, though she, having been a cook in hotels down south complained and said it was “awful”. She was sent home the next day and I had no room-mates for the next few days, so I don’t know what was on the menu until I went for surgery. Prior to surgery, the hospital nutritionist, a twig of a woman came up to discuss my “obviously terrible diet”. I was (and am) overweight. However, I had lost about 15 pounds since I moved to New York because I walked everywhere and we had greatly modified our diet to a low fat and high veggie intake. Granted, I needed to lose weight but this woman didn’t want to listen to how I modified my diet, she just wanted to lecture me on what a loser I was because I was “fat”. For the next week after surgery, I was on a “liquid diet”. Being as it was a Jewish Hospital the diet was Kosher. My liquid diet consisted of faux jello (no gelatin) with Aspartame, apple juice (which I can’t drink because it gives me terrible heartburn), black coffee (I don’t drink black coffee and kept ordering tea which I DO drink and never received), and Sprite (which I hate). I was permitted orange juice and ordered it… never got it. Soup was a horrible pseudo chicken broth with tons of salt and fat floating on it. Finally, after a week, the doctor ordered that I could go back on a solid diet. Every day I would order my solid diet with an eye to the healthier offerings on the menu (slim pickings) and every day, I would be sent up the same horrible liquid diet. I would order poached egg and dry toast, and would get faux Jello and apple juice. I would order the chicken cutlet and salad and would get faux Jello and apple juice. The doctor would send orders down AGAIN for the solid meal and I would get faux Jello, apple juice and pseudo chicken broth…. and Sprite. Finally, on the last day (the start of Passover), the kitchen FINALLY sent up a solid breakfast. Again, I had ordered poached egg and dry toast, with tea and orange juice. I got a huge plate of ORANGE, greasy, salty scrambled eggs with Matzo bread crumbled in it, black coffee, and… you guessed it, apple juice. The eggs were so horrible that I spat out the only mouthful I had tried and didn’t touch anything else on the plate. As I was sitting there waiting for them to take the tray away, who should arrive at my bedside but the nutritionist who took one look at my meal and started loudly lecturing me about how I would never lose weight if this was how I intended to eat. I tried to tell her that I didn’t order the meal, that it was so awful that I didn’t want to eat it and that because the kitchen failed to send up the meals that had been ordered for me, I had lost 25 pounds because I was starving. She obviously had never even bothered to look at what the kitchens served. She didn’t hear me and insisted that i was to come in to see her and she was going to “straighten me out”. Needless to say, I never went to see her. Anneke
From Karolinska University Hospital, Huddinge, Sweden (via Picasaweb). This was supposed to be chicken with curry sauce and rice. The sauce however didn’t taste remotely of curry, and the chicken was probably a hen.