Episode Three: Hospital Cuisine, Part I

Recovery Escapades:
A Newsletter Of 2nd Chance Life Across Cardiac County Line Road

Hospital Cuisine, Part I

High point of my hospital stay was Happy Hour, not Breakfast Hour. When casting votes for "Best Of Presbyterian Hospital, Category - Cuisine", I'll pick Demerol-Morphine cocktail hour over breakfast time at the hospital - and the ubiquitous scrambled eggs.

Honest, we should try force-feeding hospital scrambled eggs to Al Qaida detainees instead of water boarding. It couldn't hurt to try. Got to work on at least a few. And not just eggs.

Ever try on something you must endure, an Abe Lincoln self help move ("People are about as happy as they've made their minds up to be")?

Try it on a serving of green hospital jello. On the 3rd time served. Cool Whip topping doesn't much cut the wickedly whacked taste of nutritional "additives" smuggled into the gelatin. And yes, hospital dietitians are not so dumb as to serve the same shade of green jello every day, every meal. Just every other day, every other meal. Sometimes maybe red and (Surprise!) without the Cool Whip.

Whoopee, what a spice of life variety that has to be.

Meals post-discharge are now futile attempts to eat within the strictures of a cardiac diet limited to 3/4 of a tablespoon of salt per day. Try this. I guarantee you like me won't ride long on that tasteless wagon.

Not too exciting this cardiac recovery lifestyle, but hey no question it keeps me on the right side of the dirt. And anytime it's brown dirt six feet down and not up, it's a great day.

Yours truly and ridiculously
From across Cardiac County Line Road,
James Sullivan