Hospital Food

Further to an earlier post about learning about nutrition, I have taken an online course on the basics of the subject to further my knowledge on how what we put into our bodies makes them work or fail. It seemed a relevant subject to be studying in the bed of a haematology ward. I’ve also spent a lot of time trying to reconcile the hospital food that I’ve been receiving with the health situation of its recipients. Don’t get me wrong, the food is reasonable, the staff are lovely and most of the food is probably what people want and may well eat at home. Its good comfort food. But it isn’t healthy. In fact, from what I think, it seems to be counter-intuitive to the improvement of patient health. I don’t want to rock the boat of those who hold my life in their hands but I felt it was noteworthy. One could argue of course that patients have spent 50 years doing the damage and a month or two of chips isn’t going to make a difference but there must surely be some uneasy consultants / dietitians.

Half term.

Half term was great. I’d predicted (wrongly) that it would coincide with my most recent round of chemo and as such, I would be bed-ridden for the entire week with my daughters. It had coincided but due to the nature of the chemo, I was not neutropenic so was allowed out and there were large gaps between intravenous infusions so many of the days were free for me to go and do activities with my lovely family including my sister and nephew. Rowing on the lake, crazy golf, farm petting. All good memories that I didn’t think I’d get to do. It wasn’t ideal as I was still based at the hospital in the mornings and nights but much much better than I’d expected.