Doctor has not been around for over a week. He is aware I have diarreah.
I was asked by a woman what I would eat, she took notes. I have photographed all meals. By now it is getting more difficult to eat at all. Breakfast is bread with butter and confiture and yoghourt, which is ok. I get through one slice, but then bread is part of all meals.
The items are listed on a sheet, though not everything listed appears. Mostly a meal is a box of dry rice, or spiral pasta, a box of braised cougettes plainly cooked with chicken, maybe a braised endive cooked with meat gravy. Today, grated carrot in vinaigrette, that was a step towards fresh vegetables.
The green salad on the menu never came. Last night a badly bruised banana, today a small peach with worm holes. But that is better than endless pots of apple sauce. Last night I got pork pate and gherkins, which I was assured was vegetarian, because the kitchen sent it.
At the last place I could get very old boiled egg twice daily. I avoided that because the sulphurous offering made me throw up when I first tried it. It has a plastic rubbery texture. I have a bit of an upset stomach right now, but haven't thrown up for the last week.
I have this feeling that I have been dropped in from another planet. I am hoping I can get beamed up soon.