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I spoke too soon when I said yesterday that the food was better then when I had had the surgery and was on the 'soft' diet back in August. To be fair...lunch was ok. We had feijoida which is a traditional bean and meat stew. Very popular here in Portugal. Definitely manageable. Of course, I could have done without the pig's ears but I could eat around those. But then...dinner came. Three grilled mackerels on a plate with some boiled potatoes. Even the nurse was apologetic BEFORE she even passed the plates through our entrance cubby. At least they were warm (unlike my experieince with the sardines fromm August) but they were dry. The potatoes were those kind that already have the skin removed but still feel like there is this skin around them. Last night's dinner was such a disappointment that both my roomie and I couldn't eat a lot of it. The up side is that we are plannig to order pzza in tonight. We already got the ok from the staff. I am feeling dreamy just thinking about it!
I had no idea that they would want me to change my sheets and make my own bed this morning. Are we in a hospital or is it really a prison? Chores?! I have more important blog posts to write and lots of other REALLY important things to do. Not to mention that I had secretly hoped that the nuses' aides would wear protective clothing and look like space aliens as they came into our room to change sheets, etc. At least one time a day. In my mind's eye, my roomie and I would be huddled in a corner while they worked, listening to the fresh air that would be pumped into their huge head helmets. Just like ET. Alas... that apparently wasn't to be.
I had no idea that they would want me to change my sheets and make my own bed this morning. Are we in a hospital or is it really a prison? Chores?! I have more important blog posts to write and lots of other REALLY important things to do. Not to mention that I had secretly hoped that the nuses' aides would wear protective clothing and look like space aliens as they came into our room to change sheets, etc. At least one time a day. In my mind's eye, my roomie and I would be huddled in a corner while they worked, listening to the fresh air that would be pumped into their huge head helmets. Just like ET. Alas... that apparently wasn't to be.