Sunday, September 26, 2004

Special Diets

I am frustrated with the kitchen at St. _____'s. They keep sending my mom the wrong meals. The kitchen being my only medical area of any knowledge, I want to grab the dietician's ears and snarl, "It's not that #$#$Q@# complicated to send the right diet! Do I have to come up there and put on my hairnet?!?" When she was supposed to be on cream soup and pudding, they were sending meatloaf or pancakes.

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