NHS cuisine
About four years ago I was admitted to hospital with a serious kidney infection. I was pissing blood clots the size of peas and was in the worst pain I have ever known. In short, it was a testing time. For the first five days, I was hooked up to a drip and was receiving a veritable cocktail of intravenous painkilliers every couple of hours. I couldn't eat or drink or move, as it made me phsically sick. I didn't think it could get any worse, until I was faced with NHS cuisine. I'd eaten nothing at all for five days and was told that unless I started to eat, I wouldn't be going home. For the next three days I managed a slice of the mankiest Tesco value style toast before begging the nurses to let me go home. I bargained with them and they promised me that I could go home if I could eat a full breakfast the following day. It was a mess of lukewarm watery scrambled egg and baked bean juice with about 2 beans in it, some floppy toast and a bowl of porridge that looked like it was made in the war. I forced the entire lot down me and kept it down for a full 20 minutes, which was just long enough to vomit in the carpark shrubbery before being bundled into the getaway car. The worst bit is the shocking amount of national insurance I seemed to be paying, surely a few croissants and a some nice filter coffee shouldn't have been out of the question! Boo NHS.
(madamebonsoir, Tue 22 May 2007, 20:37, Reply)