Back home from a day in the hospital so it’s back on anti-nausea narcotics for a few days. The way I’m feeling, I won’t be missing any of those meds.
The hospital stay, if one must stay, was quite comfortable. This time had a street view, (instead of the inside view last time). The nurses this time though seemed to be rote about their duties. Nevertheless, not a bad stay, all things considered.
All things except for eating. Fortunately, my diet was liquid brown. That didn’t stop them from delivering breakfast this morning which included: Rice Krispies, an Awrey’s Cinnamon Danish, box of cow milk, pat of margarine, coffee, non-dairy creamer, packaged oj, a hard boiled egg, and 10 packets of white granulated sugar.
It’s pretty incredible that a hospital, concerned with health and well-being, would serve junk food for nutrition. It just doesn’t make sense. Seems like a huge problem with our health care system. The fact that most of us don’t understand the difference between nutritious food and junk. Apparently?
About five years ago, in one of the very rare moments back then when I did pop on a morning news program prior to heading out the door, Katie Couric was interviewing the two co-authors of Younger Next Year on The Today Show. One of the authors, Dr. Henry Lodge, who runs a large medical practice in NYC and has extensively studied evolutionary biology, offers in his most excellent book seven rules that would help us live significantly more vital lives, particularly in the second half. Rule number five is “don’t eat crap” (he explains his rules in the book). So Katie C asks him why does he need to use the word “crap” and couldn’t he find another word (I thought junk sounded a lot better). Anyway, it struck me that she may have been right. We’ve gotten so accustomed to eating crap, or junk, that we serve it in our hospitals as valid nutrition.
Let’s just take the Awrey’s Cinnamon Danish that was looking very delicious in its plastic wrapper. Flipped over revealed an ingredient list that was 15 rows long. The last thing I wanted to do was count, but while holding my feeding-tube syringe, I didn’t have anything else going on. At line 10 was where my eyes went buggy so I stopped at 70 ingredients. None were vitamins. Maybe they were in lines 11-15. Two ingredients were two different partially-hydrogenated oils.