Then there was the hospital food. They tried to keep a varied menu, but after being a resident for as long as she had been, she began to enjoy the tedious weekly pattern. Monday’s salsbury steak looked like one of those novelty store rubber shits, and tasted like one too. Tuesday’s fried chicken — dry, tasteless, and... gray. Every entrée served with a side of springy freezer burn vegetables and some kind of potato product, be it dehydrated mashed (just add water), hash browns, or french fries. And then there was dessert. Pudding every second day — rice, vanilla and chocolate, and Jello every other day — red, green, orange, red, green, orange, and so on.
During her stay, she had become an expert on the topic of soap operas, seen three different room-mates come, get healthy and go, and com
