wednesday, we drove out west to visit the boy’s grandma who is was dying in hospital. we got there at lunchtime. lunch was a large brown blob and two smaller blobs — beige and orange — sitting in a plate of skinned-over brown gravy. helpfully, a menu had been included on the tray:
PEPPER
SALTpoached chicken with gravy PUREED
EXTRA GRAVY
mashed pumpkin
mashed potatopoached pears PUREED with custard
tea
the patient in the next bed looked over and said to grandma, “you’ll die eating that.” sixteen hours later, she did.
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Sorry to hear Bowb.
omg, i’m mortified that i’m laughing over the other patient’s remark!
my condolences to your family, bowb.
bowb, condolences to you and your family. *hugs*
thank you, ladies.
santos, we were quite speechless too, but mainly because at that moment, the other patient was clambering into bed wearing a very short pink nightgown, and no underpants.