Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Home, Home On The Range

Never negate the value of a home-cooked meal, my friends. Never.

In the past month I have eaten more hospital cafeteria food than I would ever want to even look at in a lifetime of visiting friends in the hospital. A veritable plethora of barely passable victuals, and a mountain of salad bar salad that would feed a herd of water buffalo for a good, long drought.

It hasn't been pretty.

I knew I had gone off the deep end when I ate what appeared to be canned meatloaf covered in canned tomatoes with a side of soggy steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes of questionable parentage and actually thought it was....good. My mother would have slapped me with her good hand had she known. And she would have probably picked up the other one and beaten me with it as well.

That's just the kind of people we are.

And lest you think I'm being rather callous about her stroke and her inability to use her left hand, let me assure you again...

That's just the kind of people we are.

While the past month hasn't been fun, we have laughed, cried, joked, and thoroughly enjoyed each and every moment of life with Mom. As one of the nurses said, "I've never seen anyone have so much fun with a colonoscopy prep, and I've been in nursing 20 years."

So I'll take the home-cooked meals where I can get them, along with the laughing and the love we share. And if I have to suffer through a few more hospital meals, I'll live.

Just don't give me any more canned meatloaf.


Linds said...

Now if I lived round the corner, you would have a meal whizzed round. Towed on a skateboard tied to me with a skipping rope, while I hobble on the crutch, of course. Unfortunatelym, there is the small matter of the rather deep watery expanse to consider.

Singing Owl said...

Canned meatloaf? (((HUG)))
I wish I could bring you some of the yummy meatloaf I made yesterday. Praying for you and your mom.