While I try to steer clear of words like “good” or “bad” in these years of living non-judgmentally, sometimes I have to make exceptions.
Good medicine:
Trusting your doctors.
Taking a shower.
Getting amazing outpourings of support from people here at WordPress.
Bad Medicine:
The worst macaroni and cheese I have ever had in my (gratefully) long life.
Thanks to all of you, for some truly fabulous medicine.
That’s mac and cheese? Oh dear. Are you allowed to sneak in some take out?
I was shocked, myself, what with the care here being so excellent, otherwise.
I hope you’re feeling better and will be back home soon.
More good medicine for me! Thanks so much.
That really looks atrocious. I hope you stopped eating after the first taste. What a thing to serve to someone sick in bed. I hope your next meal will be delicious (medicine) and you’ll be home soon
I have to own my part in this, though! I ordered it (because I wanted comfort food). Thanks for the visit and the comment.
May the good medicine of your doctors, work effectively and quickly with your own good Ann-made bodymedicine! Hope you feel improved today, Ann! Love you!
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Thanks, Carol! Love you, too.
I can only imagine that dish not tasting good. The cheese-coated top looks plastic. Yeesh.
It was truly awful. The hospital where I work DEFINITELY has better mac and cheese than what they have here.
Maybe they were working on the “starve a fever, feed a cold” principle when they served you plastic mac and cheese. I hope that your fever is coming down.
Fever still in the house (or, more precisely, in the hospital). I am about to order lunch; this time I shall try to avoid plastics. Thanks for the good medicine!
Oops, I shared some erroneous data. Just checked with my nurse and I have been fever-free all this morning!
That’s really great news!
Yes, it is! And I’ve gotten some even better (although non-official news): no evidence of endocarditis.
Yes, that’s the hospital food we all know and ?love? Let’s hope you escape soon!
I am working on it.
I always had fun checking out what food Lee was getting when he was in the hospital, and did several blog posts about it! And would frequently call and see what he wanted me to bring him! 🙂 Hope your release date is sooner than you expect! Will it be sometime today you find out if you have… um, E something. Endocardioitis something…
Yes, Kate. Today, I believe, I will find out if I have endocarditis, which would be much worse than pneumonia. Your story about Lee was good medicine for me today (as was the rest of this comment).
Good to hear your fever has broken. And praying for a good recovery and good news from the good doctors.
Thank you for your prayers, Mel. They helped!
Please please pretty please no endocarditis, Ann. It sounds like you’re getting treated well. Yay.
Because you asked so nicely and in triplicate, Mark, it looks like your wish has been granted. I can’t promise this definitively (people often don’t speak definitely in hospitals, at least at first) but all signs point to good news.
Fantastic. I am so happy. Now you get better, please, and back home where you belong, Ann Koplow.
I shall do my best with this assignment from you, Mark Bialczak.
Count your blessings. I once had nothing but green jell-o for five days. Five DAYS. It is only with the utmost control that I can look at green jell-o and not cry.
I am counting my blessings now, Elyse, including having you as a reader.
And nobody gave you green Jell-o. Every day without it is worth living.
This is true.
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Hospital food is awful in the UK as well – you wonder how they got it to taste that way. One time I had soup that tasted like petrol!
I hope you’re feeling better, in spite of the food.
I am, Annabelle, despite some non-tasty experiences. Thanks for the visit!
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