Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Food and Room Mates

What kind of club am I in?

Last night's dinner was a junior turkey club sandwich. I only wish I had a camera. Description: 2 dry, possibly stale, slices of wheatish bread with 1 (sliced with a laser nearly on an atomic level) bit of turkey, a see-through slice of tomato (probably Roma) and a leaf of lettuce. This was the most pathetic sandwich this patient has ever seen.

Today's lunch was a few slices of fried eggplant and a side order of boiled cabbage...How can it be right for Italian to be paired with Irish? Well, let it be known, a new food service manager was hired so hopefully boiled cabbage will never again appear with eggplant.

I have never spoken of my "roomies." Of course, in the past I had Mr. Mopey, a great guy. He eventually got well, left and started dating the Pretty Young Nurse. Since then, I have shared a room with Old Yeller (he screamed 24/7), the Escapee (slept all day and spent the night trying to run away setting off alarms). Now I have Alarmy. He as a bed alarm for his safety. Setting it off constantly, 24/7, he gets up, thinks he is in the bathroom and proceeds to pee on the floor. He mixed it up a bit today and pooped on the floor.

Yep, good times here! They assure me I will be moved to a room tomorrow with a better mate...wonder what surprises he will hold...

I will post my new info as soon as possible.


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9 comments:

MA Fat Woman said...

Speechless, on this one, I am, just speechless.

ReformingGeek said...

YIKES!

Good luck with the new room.

I guess ordering out is not an option. ;-(

Anonymous said...

Is there a discussion somewhere related to this, or could you answer a few questions

Sandee said...

Looks like your roommates and the food are about neck and neck. Good grief. I feel you pain.

Have a terrific day. My best to Mrs. C. :)

ba_hutch said...

I hope your next roommate isn't crappy....

Don said...

Is there any talk or rumors floating around about when you may possibly get the hell out of a hospital or rehab unit and go home? Anything at all?

FishHawk said...

Um, I really hate to bring this up, but your problems may have much to do with your name. After all, who else are they going to put in with a Mr. Crotchety? Furthermore, you being a fanatical Yankees and New York Football Giants fan just adds a whole new level of neurosis.

Small Town Girl said...

My grandpa pooped in the floor once. That was the most memorable Father's Day ever! Good luck with that!

judemiller1 said...

I don't know how anyone can have so much fun in the hospital, but you sure to.