About this time, I am officially ready to get out of this place!!! Two patients got into a bit of a "fight" and another guy was yelling at the nurse - calling her the "B" word because he could not go out for a cigarette break. Whatever! How am I supposed to rest in this place. Plus, the food here is awful. You will not believe what they served us for lunch today. It was fried fish only the fish was absolutely raw on the inside. Yes. I said it. RAW!!! Are they trying to kill us? And I thought the whole purpose of coming in here was to recover. I was relegated to eating the dinner roll, mixed veggies and angel food cake. After that horrific lunch, I decided retreat to my room for most of the afternoon (I was still soooo hungry) and do some crossword puzzles (which has become my favorite pastime since I've been in here). After about an hour of that, I passed out again. Thank you, Seroquel!
Around 5pm, I heard the familiar "dinner time" call from the nursing staff. It was my hope that dinner would be better than lunch. It wasn't. Actually, it was worse. I opened my meal tray and was greeted with the sight of nice broccoli florets and ziti with tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese. This would have been great but - the only problem, every thing was ice cold - as in, just taken out of the freezer ice cold! I almost cried. I picked up my tray and asked one of the nurses to heat it up for me in the staff microwave. Lucky for me, he said yes. As I waited for my food to heat up, I noticed that other patients were either eating the food or complaining about it. I decided that someone has to say something about this. I mean, just because we're "head cases" doesn't mean we should eat crap. In fact, I think we should be getting the best food in the damn hospital!
Well, later that day my doctor came to see me and I told him about the whole food situation. According to him the food has been getting worse over the years and other patients have complained to him about it. He suggested that I write a letter to the president of the hospital and that he would deliver it to him. Of course I agreed. Give me something constructive to do in this place!
Back in my room after evening "medication time" I took pen to paper and began to write. First I complemented the nursing staff -who have been wonderful. Then I got into the issues about the food and how such service communicates to the patients that we don't matter, etc. etc. I then closed it out with a request that the service be improved (I put my name and phone number on the letter too). I go back a read the whole thing just to make sure that it sounds good. "Wow, for a person under heavy psyhcotropic medication, I came up with some pretty good stuff ." I think to myself. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.:) Okay, it must be late because a nurse just stuck his head in and told me to cut out the lights and get some rest. Can you believe he is telling me, a mother of two, when to go to sleep? He just doesn't know how hard that is to do, but I'll try.
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