So lunch this week took an unexpected turn. Technically it was my week to choose but Dad’s body had different ideas. Thus we ended up eating at the hospital this week.
I got to peruse the cafeteria for my lunch. I chose chicken strips, mashed potatoes with gravy and corn. It wasn’t bad for hospital food, actually.
Dad had considerbly less choice in the matter of what he ate. He had just gotten back up on the floor from recovery and he got a clear liquids tray.
I don’t know that he remembers his lunch to give it a rating, but I give mine a solid 3. However, I try to avoid eating here whenever possible…