Food, If You Can Call It That

Ahhhh food. I saw the dietitian twice. The first time she forgot to write down my preferences. I told her I don't drink milk so guess what....I get milk with every meal.  Dave reminded me that I'm 60 and my bones aren't as strong as they used to be, so I'm drinking the dadgum milk. Chocolate milk would have been nice now and then, but I didn't want to confuse them.

Breakfast has been rubbery scrambled eggs, toast steamed under a cloche til it was soggy, Honey Nut Cheerios (she remembered that one),  a banana, and GULP....a carton or glass of milk. At least it was whole milk and not that yukky 2%.

Lunch has been fairly decent a couple of times...other times it was a case of WTF is THAT?!?!?!

Dinner I've kinda confused what was for lunch and what was for dinner, so I'll just hit the high points.
Have you ever seen broccoli that was waaaaay overcooked? It gives new meaning to 50 shades if gray. Seriously.
I had sent word to the kitchen 3 times that I wanted NO mayo and NO mustard. So what do I get? A chicken salad sandwich with a generous filling on a bun. I mumbled that I'd rather have a PB&J. All of a sudden, my CNA, the one with sense, appeared with a PB&J. Thank you Griselda.
2 nights later I was presented with another chicken salad sandwich that might have had 2 tablespoons of salad on a whole piece of white bread. Very skimpy. There was a green salad on the other side of the plate. I told the CNA that I was to have NO mayo and she actually opened the sandwich and said, "I don't think this has mayo in it." Oh Come ON!!! But she took it away and brought another PB&J and kept my green salad. I told her I wanted the green salad, just not the chicken salad. She picked up the plate and rudely said "If it's not right this time, I'm done!" I said "Good, cause I'm done too!" I wish I'd gotten her name. Then a very nice young man came and said "Miss Cynthia, would you like a grilled cheese sandwich instead?" BOY, WOULD I!! I was about to turn into a PB&J.
It was a little over grilled, but it had my green salad. It was an AH HA moment.
I think the best meal was a fish sandwich (NO mayo YAY!) on a bun, you know those little orange squares of fish, some peas and carrots perfectly cooked, and some rice. I also had a graham cracker and the pudding I'd saved from lunch.  And.....you guessed it.....milk. It was yummy, or as yummy as hospital food can get.