I recently learned they're using the 'safety tray' instead of the usual plates/metal cutlery (and seemingly cutting my portions back calorically) because I was originally involuntarily committed, but only for a day. Oh well, there are sandwiches to ask for, which I usually get depending on how night shift is acting.
I should get out of here tomorrow and never want to grace these doors again.
Added more salt because doc wants my sodium up...
Lots of spices and minced garlic...
Leek soup mix is expired? Fuck it add it.
Had a can of chowder I'd been avoiding since I broke the tab off. Paring knife solved that problem.
Frothing machine to do it all up.
Sober, probably borderline inedible. Right now, I and the Iron Chef.
Included, random medication induced picture of my 'go away sandwich tray' from like 2 AM. Now just trying to shake off the meds they gave me with water and coffee. I'm in a cloud here, but not as bad.
Grateful to at least have a phone in spite of the silence. My roommate a very old post op who doesn't not tolerate sounds, and I do not have headphones this time.
Brekkie was 7/10. Let's see what lunch entails.