Roommate is at least 100 lbs overweight. For breakfast he ordered: 3 milkshakes, linguini, two orders of pancakes, extra syrup, and two cans of Sierra Mist. Lunch: Lasagna, three milkshakes, extra bread and butter, and two cans of Sierra Mist. Dinner: You guessed it—3 milkshakes, 2 orders of linguini with extra sauce, 2 caramel sundaes with extra caramel sauce, and “as many candies as can fit on the tray.”
The roommate is here for heart problems they are unable to diagnose. I listened to the Drs. tell Roommate of the numerous tests they were planning, and the nurses gave him medicine for his acid reflux. He also drank more than the floor’s share of water and every nurse commented on this. But nobody commented on his food intake.
Roommate didn’t walk. He laid in bed all day breathing with an oxygen mask to awaken only to his food. They did get him out of bed once, as he leaned on a walker with three people assisting, as they changed his sheets. Dinner to 1 a.m., the television blared.
Obese. Heart Problems. They are allowing him to gorge himself on food that is killing him. Not only quantity, but type. Do you think this man needs tests to know what is wrong with his heart? I think not.
Nightfall came and rolled toward the midnight hour. The nurse said, “Mr. Roommate, it’s time for your Ambien.”
Ambien? Ambien? Are they kidding? They weren’t kidding and at 2 a.m. I got to experience first hand what this sleeping drug can do. Pilots and Flight Attendants don't take this stuff on the road, and only at home if you have a responsible person with you, when you do.
Enjoy the Journey… until tomorrow.