Reader Dear, I was now walking, talking and... eating! My first meal was brought to my room: Cooked chicken, Mashed potatoes with gravy, Peas, and Applesauce.
The Speech Therapist had told me to expect pureed foods, and that's exactly what it was: dysphasia dining* at its finest! The chicken was ground and shaped into a mushy patty; the mashed potatoes were the instant kind, the peas had been pureed and then molded to look as though they had not been pureed. (It was all slightly weird, but I appreciated the thought behind it--with a little luck, one's brain might suggest to oneself that this is a normal plate of food!).
But, here's the thing: I was not hungry! My trusty bag of dripped-in nutrition had not been removed more than a few hours earlier. I found it difficult to eat this meal that should have thrilled me with its real, honest-to-goodness-cooked-food-in-the-mouth feel, if not its taste and texture!
But, having such an aversion to food going on the garbage heap, I did my level best to eat the pap; I didn't get half of it down.
*Tomorrow I will take you with me, Viewer Dear, to the Dysphagia Dining Room**! It's an exclusive dining spot for those with difficulty swallowing. Does it not sound delightful?! (I am rolling my eyes!)
**I'm also working on an improvement of the disagreeable name.
The Gelatinous Joint
***Help me out, here, Reader Dear.