This sad but accurate insight on the appeal of the food served in our hospital system was passed on to me third-hand. It is quite fitting though in describing my experience of the watered-down nature of other key deliverables in the health system as well.
As noted a little while ago, I’m working on a post describing our family’s appalling experience in continuity of care with a health care facility (not IHA). The main reason that I haven’t posted it so far? I’m still fuming over the irresponsible and ongoing lack of care that my mother is receiving – and I still need to calm down a bit more before hitting that ‘Post’ button. That has become increasingly difficult as the care issues that we have still are not being remedied.
While the appropriate degree of care is our primary concern, the appealingness of the meals that my mother receives is often quite simply put – a disgusting mush … and my mother’s health issues don’t involve any medical requirement to be eating mush.
While institutional food services have never been high up on the old appeal scale, this post’s title is a fitting summary – in my recent experience – of the state of the delivery system. I’m not particularly talking about the human resources here although that’s an issue at times in all systems. I’m taking about the quality of the service plans and what is actually provided. I’m also not talking about emergency and follow-up services that I’ve had experience with. That has on the whole been outstanding. I’m talking about institutional care primarily.
Also, I’m in no position to apply a wide tar brush to each and every care facility. I can though talk about the level of care where my mom is and recount others’ experiences.
I will have more on this shortly. In addition to our family’s story, I’d like to see a venue for sharing of your experiences as well.
… and a further thought … perhaps I can arrange a one week experience of living on typical hospital food for Greg Kyllo our local MLA, Terry Lake our Health Minister, the MLA for the facility where my mom resides and other decision-makers and media.
Perhaps then we’d all see some mushrooms! A rising tide might perhaps float all boats.
Much more to come.
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