I just had a short spell in hospital following a breathing problem that made me panic a bit. I was taken in at 11pm and discharged the following morning. They don’t want me to stay in hospital because I have no spleen and that leaves me open to infection from others.
The staff were excellent and understanding and I was treated well, but the breakfast was rather amusing… warm toast, several small container with tags to open containing butter. jam. treacle, an orange drink, milk and an unidentified stuff in a plastic container that I guessed was porridge and slightly warm. I tried to eat it with the wooden spoon and knife supplied, but gave up, stirred in some milk and drank it like a cup of tea. I have no idea what it all tasted like but it was all very welcome as was the coffee which came a little later. When you consider that everything was disposable, practical, safe and edible, culturally inoffensive, cheap and I wasn’t expected to leave a tip! It was very welcome!
Deigh
I hear through your comments that you are being very brave and that you are a ‘chin up’ sort of person.
I’m getting on a bit age wise too but I defer to your seniority.
We have seen change during our lifetimes that is or was scarcely believable, but here we still are.
I know you have been visiting these forums for a long time now.
Your input is always very welcome.
Having had a number of bad experiences in hospital myself I wish you well and hope your return to normality will be to somewhere safer and more amenable.
I hope you ‘get well soon’ and make a good recovery.
I’m up at my laptop at 5.00 am (UK time) a peculiar time that frequently calls to me.
It is just becoming light here.
I’ll be back to bed in a few minutes but realise that in this huge world you must be preparing to settle in for the evening.
I have a few whom i call friends that I have encountered online fairly regularly across the twelve or so hours that divide us. They also are in New Zealand. I think both in the North and the South island.
It is good to have been able to exchange a few words through this forum.
Keep safe and keep in touch.
@Deigh hope you are feeling a bit better now. Rest up and get well soon.
Hospital food is something else. I’m never quite sure what some of it is meant to be.
I have often commented about the number of items that are given us to eat in hospital being thungs that need opening. Orange juice, yoghurts, jams, sarnies etc etc. When I was in after my stroke I had this stuff left for me and then had a quandry of how I was meant to open them with one working arm. My knees soon became a substitute arm - although as you can imagine, that caused its own issues with drops and spills 
Get better soon.
Ann x
I think I might be the only person on the planet who actually enjoyed hospital food! I was on puréed food for a few days, puréed carrot that they’d thoughtfully shaped in to the shape of a carrot 
Once I got on to solids I actually thought the food was great.
This reminds me, on my first morning in the hospital after my stroke they placed a pot of porridge in front of me with a lid on. They then left me too it, but I couldn’t figure out what to do. I knew it was food but I couldn’t work out the process of taking off the lid, picking up my spoon, scooping up some porridge and popping it in my mouth to eat it. I too only had use of one arm. I sat looking at it knowing I wanted to eat it (I hadn’t eaten for a week previous to my stroke). Then a nurse whisked by and said “oh you don’t want it” whilst removing it from my table but I didn’t have the capability to speak up and say “hey I really want that but need some help” It’s only after them seeing my husband feeding me that night that they then realised and offered help to me going forward.
My mail was not meant as a criticism, just a comment on how a tricky situation was solved in giving some nourishment to a short-term guest economically. Help with packetting was not offered but would have been available if I’d asked, as would more toast if needed.
Under the circumstances it was excellent cuisine.
Deigh
Trouble with age is that it creeps up on one unnoticed. We get all our groceries and other things using a credit card. One pays no interest if it is paid on time. At the end of the month I work out how much I owe and how much is family share and Valerie transfers money from her account to mine to pay the bill.
All this has been done hundreds of times in the past but today I looked at the computer screen and after a while said “What”? I hadnt the faintest idea what I was supposed to do!
After a lot of thought and after trying to get Valerie’s advice. (She was no help, its not her scene) I stuck my neck out and paid the bill. I’m fairly sure I got it right but time will tell if I’ve moved it from the right account to the right payee.
Great to hear from you, I’m a member of a stroke chat group with members from all over the world. At this time I have to waken at 7am to play my part and that is difficult to do in winter but spring is nearly here and times should change. Minit Chat is the address of it if you want to join in but it will be early hours of morning for you.
Deigh