Well, what's the slop du jour? ~ HawkeyeI may have to explain this quote to Mother, so I can ask her what the "slop du jour" is on Monday, Wednesday & Friday.
Yesterday I left work to go check on Mother at lunch. I try to check on her 2-3 times a day now. For about 6 weeks I went over every day to give her a Spiriva treatment - a daily maintenance Rx for COPD.
A couple of weeks ago, I came back to work & told Rod about a dinner that Mother thought was terrible. I had to look in the paper to see what the menu said it was. Then I poked around in it & decided that was probably what it was supposed to be. Yesterday's meal was probably the worst I have seen. Again, I had to check the menu in the paper. I think I'll just cut the menu out & post it on the bulletin board so we know what she is supposed to have.
When I went back to work yesterday, the first thing Rod asked me was if I had seen Jim. I asked if he meant my uncle Jim. He said yes. I said no, the truck wasn't out in the alley. I sat down at my work station & about half an hour later Jim came back. He asked how Odetta was. I said she had survived Saturday, the siblings party, but she didn't seem to be doing very good when I had just visited her. I didn't tell him, but she looked sick, her eyes were pain-filled.
Rod quipped, "The Senior Center meals are going to do her in." We talked a while longer & Jim left.
Yesterday's meal was supposed to be a chicken enchilada. Mother had eaten about half of it. But she said she didn't like it & I could have it. I ate a couple of bites & wondered if they had served up barf. Mother told me later she had put vinegar on it trying to make it taste better.
I said Nick would probably eat it. He likes chicken enchiladas. Nick wouldn't eat it either. He said he threw it away.
I like the fact that she gets meals, especially where she can't see to prepare her own meals, but it is institutional food.
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