I know we struggled with hospital meals for my mom. They never understood that while she had kidney failure, she was not hypertensive. There were other issues, such as getting certain medications with her meals and others a certain interval after a meal. I know the hospital personal are typically overworked and aren't trying to slight the patients, but it sure helps to have a non-drugged out advocate by your side.

We seem to have acquired our first item of refrigerator art. It's a bold, abstract work in the finger-painting medium. Vivid use of colour (blue). It is attached to the fridge via four echidna-shaped magnets.

The food at Huntington when I was in the hospital last year wasn't bad. I didn't get to eat too much of it since I was either on a feeding tube or limited to clear liquids for most of the month in the hospital. I did finally get upgraded to all liquids near the end of my stay. I couldn't eat yogurt for months and I still sometimes have a hard time facing jello or pudding.

UCLA Westwood isn't too bad. Just avoid the open faced turkey sandwich. Otherwise, be judicious.

Our hospital meal people generally provide chicken.

When I was in the hospital, pregnant with Jake, and THERE TO ADJUST TO THE DIABETIC REGIME, including diet and insulin, I had to keep telling the nurses that dining was sending me juice, and cookies, and all kinds of stuff I wasn't supposed to be eating.

Baffled me.

Keep getting better, Daniel!

Hubby says the biggest problem with male/female communications is that women think men are smarter than they are. There are no secret meanings, they're very linear thinkers on the whole.

An example of linear thinking from my DH who I think is way wicked smart:

After dating for many, many months and spending most nights together, I finally asked if maybe he wanted to find a place to live together. He said no. After picking up my smashed heart, I finally asked why, thinking he was going to tell me about some fundamental problem in our relationship. His answer "Well, it took me a long time to find this apartment and I really like it. Plus I hate moving." My next question was, how about if I move in here and he said, without a moment's thought, sure.

TCG and I have much fewer arguments now that I make birthday and Christmas lists. And his idea of occasionally surprising me is to not so subtly buying something when he thinks I am not paying attention after we've been in a story and I have seen something I like. He's just not that good at gift giving or being creative, and I have come to not interpret that as an indication of his feelings.

Scrappy, that story cracks me up.

M gave me a kitty for my birthday last year, so frankly I feel he's off the hook for at least the next ten years when it comes to having to find the "right" gift for me.