Breakfast on a plate!
The food was, it was good in the hospital. Yeah, it was good. Some days it was borderline great. What gives? The food is good here. But Breakfast is not. Yeah Breakfast, sucks. No one in the hospital wanted a double order of anything at breakfast. None. All other meals.
"I have a double order." Patient would yell at the cafeteria server.
There were double orders you can get and their was a double protein meal you can get. So I on my last stay at the hospital ordered a double meal. Two servings. And it was approved by my doctor. This was the strangest thing about the stay. Hunger did not happen. Hunger and Talking did not happen in the cafeteria area. Yeah, no talking occurred. The time it did it was hilarious. Talking was out of bounds but interacting while eating defiantly not encouraged.
Breakfast in the hospital consisted of dash of eggs with some warmed up bacon over oatmeal and maybe a blueberry muffin. This was the sort of meal that seems great on the page but had the consistency of a ...no bueno. This was not the kind of meal celebrated as the day broke. This was a necessary meal. Nothing more. Well most did not come to the necessary meal. Most slept in there blue plastic beds and matching plastic pillows. No one wanted to come eat breakfast. There were waiting on lunch. A better planned meal.
Breakfast was a bad two egg platter with some bacon. Sometimes it was just french toast. And no eggs but may a yogurt thrown in for good measure. Lunch was the meal from hell! It was what the extra sleep patients were waiting on for their good breakfast.
Brisket, Tamales, Bone in BBQ chicken. And other great hits. Like Lasagna or some pasta dish. With plenty of sides. The desert was either a cake or some pudding. Never turned down but rather fought over for extras.
"No sharing." Stated the Tech. "No sharing at all."
"Why?" A patient exclaimed.
"For health reasons." stated the Tech. I would never give any food to anyone else but this time I did. I offered my banana pudding to a patient who was diabetic. This drew the ire of a Tech/Nurse and some commotion developed over the offering.
"He can have mine." MAA explained. "I don't want my pudding." Which I never did like and my voice named Brooke never told me to not or do eat the pudding.
"No carbs, baby." Was always the mantra from the sexy Brooke.
The patient who was offered the pudding stretched immediately out and took a spoon full of the pudding with the two cookies.
"Not that....!" The nurse yelled out. Like she had some vested interest in the diet of people in a mental hospital. the Nurses and Techs were always going with or against the crowd, always.
"I want the blue Rice Krispies treat." One patient stated at snack time. The rich Krispies were prized possessions and were traded in the atrium for cigarettes. Yes, they were traded for smokes. I almost began smoking since it seemed in the hospital a great thing to do. Snack time and lunch were the prized food times and areas of interest. Many people in the hospital would be eat not much else in the day. Which I found curious. Since there was not much else you had to do, anyways. Many never came out of there rooms. Because they were being over medicated. Since I routinely did not take meds or let the meds affect me. It did not matter when I eat lunch or any meal. I cared about coffee for the most part. That was my had to....coffee. And it became an obsession.
Coffee or not at six am. Well after the pudding was eaten with a big smile like he got something over on the nurses. I laughed and smiled. This immediately drew the attention of the Nurse to give me a shot. They went on about the shot, like it mattered.
"Not in here. I am eating for Christ sake." MAA stated with some anger.The Nurse demanded I take my shot now. This was a usual in the hospital. They always did things to reinforce discipline. Discipline is the only thing that in very necessary. Without discipline in a mental hospital situations and stories, always involve a lack of discipline within the staff. So I am not against any kind of discipline. But when that is the only mechanism used as a currency to get ot not get things.
The currency of a hospital will get more heightened when there is no way to obtain a "good day." A good day in the hospital, is doing what the staff and doctors want. Not having a good day is doing not the opposite of doing the bidding of doctors. Having a bad day, is doing what 'you want' to do, while you stay in the hospital. So if you don't food or the medicine then red flags start of go off. If you begin to question anything you stay to have a bad day. Usually the hospital of your choice all fall into the category of giving or not giving food or medicines. How they go about delivering products to your system blood stream. Blood tests are another area of discipline used or not used for discipline.
"MAA want a blood test?" A nurse would ask me. This question became annoying. I always just said, " Yes." Always. So talking about discipline in the mental hospital is the most important aspect of a good hospital versus a bad hospital. A bad hospital does not care about the patients. Sounds obvious but a good hospital in not caring for patients but staying to it's "structure" of a day. The best hospital has some discipline problems. Because every one in the hospital is a "problem." Other we would not be in the mental ward in the first place.
"MAA there is no food sharing." Tech stated to me without me acknowledging her.
"You can have my pudding." Stated by me. The patient I was offering the food to was happy and chewing the cookies left in the pudding.
Food and medicine are the best two disciplines moments in a hospital. Food was the biggest. You would think the medicine was the biggest discipline moment in a hospital. But there are alot more moments of eating than meds. Meds may happen once or twice a day. Food is up to five times to eat a day in a hospital. Three meals and two snack periods. Then there are times of asking the staff for snacks. Which I did a lot almost every night! I asked for snacks constantly.
But still lost 3 pounds a week while I was in the hospital. Not mostly because I gave away my pudding.
The food was, it was good in the hospital. Yeah, it was good. Some days it was borderline great. What gives? The food is good here. But Breakfast is not. Yeah Breakfast, sucks. No one in the hospital wanted a double order of anything at breakfast. None. All other meals.
"I have a double order." Patient would yell at the cafeteria server.
There were double orders you can get and their was a double protein meal you can get. So I on my last stay at the hospital ordered a double meal. Two servings. And it was approved by my doctor. This was the strangest thing about the stay. Hunger did not happen. Hunger and Talking did not happen in the cafeteria area. Yeah, no talking occurred. The time it did it was hilarious. Talking was out of bounds but interacting while eating defiantly not encouraged.
Breakfast in the hospital consisted of dash of eggs with some warmed up bacon over oatmeal and maybe a blueberry muffin. This was the sort of meal that seems great on the page but had the consistency of a ...no bueno. This was not the kind of meal celebrated as the day broke. This was a necessary meal. Nothing more. Well most did not come to the necessary meal. Most slept in there blue plastic beds and matching plastic pillows. No one wanted to come eat breakfast. There were waiting on lunch. A better planned meal.
Breakfast was a bad two egg platter with some bacon. Sometimes it was just french toast. And no eggs but may a yogurt thrown in for good measure. Lunch was the meal from hell! It was what the extra sleep patients were waiting on for their good breakfast.
Brisket, Tamales, Bone in BBQ chicken. And other great hits. Like Lasagna or some pasta dish. With plenty of sides. The desert was either a cake or some pudding. Never turned down but rather fought over for extras.
"No sharing." Stated the Tech. "No sharing at all."
"Why?" A patient exclaimed.
"For health reasons." stated the Tech. I would never give any food to anyone else but this time I did. I offered my banana pudding to a patient who was diabetic. This drew the ire of a Tech/Nurse and some commotion developed over the offering.
"He can have mine." MAA explained. "I don't want my pudding." Which I never did like and my voice named Brooke never told me to not or do eat the pudding.
"No carbs, baby." Was always the mantra from the sexy Brooke.
The patient who was offered the pudding stretched immediately out and took a spoon full of the pudding with the two cookies.
"Not that....!" The nurse yelled out. Like she had some vested interest in the diet of people in a mental hospital. the Nurses and Techs were always going with or against the crowd, always.
"I want the blue Rice Krispies treat." One patient stated at snack time. The rich Krispies were prized possessions and were traded in the atrium for cigarettes. Yes, they were traded for smokes. I almost began smoking since it seemed in the hospital a great thing to do. Snack time and lunch were the prized food times and areas of interest. Many people in the hospital would be eat not much else in the day. Which I found curious. Since there was not much else you had to do, anyways. Many never came out of there rooms. Because they were being over medicated. Since I routinely did not take meds or let the meds affect me. It did not matter when I eat lunch or any meal. I cared about coffee for the most part. That was my had to....coffee. And it became an obsession.
Coffee or not at six am. Well after the pudding was eaten with a big smile like he got something over on the nurses. I laughed and smiled. This immediately drew the attention of the Nurse to give me a shot. They went on about the shot, like it mattered.
"Not in here. I am eating for Christ sake." MAA stated with some anger.The Nurse demanded I take my shot now. This was a usual in the hospital. They always did things to reinforce discipline. Discipline is the only thing that in very necessary. Without discipline in a mental hospital situations and stories, always involve a lack of discipline within the staff. So I am not against any kind of discipline. But when that is the only mechanism used as a currency to get ot not get things.
The currency of a hospital will get more heightened when there is no way to obtain a "good day." A good day in the hospital, is doing what the staff and doctors want. Not having a good day is doing not the opposite of doing the bidding of doctors. Having a bad day, is doing what 'you want' to do, while you stay in the hospital. So if you don't food or the medicine then red flags start of go off. If you begin to question anything you stay to have a bad day. Usually the hospital of your choice all fall into the category of giving or not giving food or medicines. How they go about delivering products to your system blood stream. Blood tests are another area of discipline used or not used for discipline.
"MAA want a blood test?" A nurse would ask me. This question became annoying. I always just said, " Yes." Always. So talking about discipline in the mental hospital is the most important aspect of a good hospital versus a bad hospital. A bad hospital does not care about the patients. Sounds obvious but a good hospital in not caring for patients but staying to it's "structure" of a day. The best hospital has some discipline problems. Because every one in the hospital is a "problem." Other we would not be in the mental ward in the first place.
"MAA there is no food sharing." Tech stated to me without me acknowledging her.
"You can have my pudding." Stated by me. The patient I was offering the food to was happy and chewing the cookies left in the pudding.
Food and medicine are the best two disciplines moments in a hospital. Food was the biggest. You would think the medicine was the biggest discipline moment in a hospital. But there are alot more moments of eating than meds. Meds may happen once or twice a day. Food is up to five times to eat a day in a hospital. Three meals and two snack periods. Then there are times of asking the staff for snacks. Which I did a lot almost every night! I asked for snacks constantly.
But still lost 3 pounds a week while I was in the hospital. Not mostly because I gave away my pudding.
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