Spent much of my week horizontal, in the care of the medical professionals at the Ottawa Hospital, Civic Campus. Turns out my self-diagnosis; first of stomach flu, with resulting pulled muscle, then revised to gallbladder attack (via Internet/Grey’s Anatomy) though excellent, was not accurate. Hello burst appendix.
Should you or a loved one ever experience a “stomach flu” (vomiting, nausea, fever) with pain that starts in the center then moves and intensifies on the lower right of the abdomen, get thee post haste to a physician, you may have appendicitis. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT wait a week. — this has been a public service announcement.
The resulting infection could have killed a mere mortal. Of course, for a Jedi like myself it is simply a matter of realigning with wellness – body, mind & soul. It will take a while but robust individual that I am, having taken extraordinary care of my health for many years, I bounce better than many.
My medical care was truly excellent, the nursing staff was kind and attentive. Where the medical system failed however was in providing one of the basic components of life: FOOD.
First there was the tiny matter of attempting to kill me with aspartame.
When a person is battling infection, why would one tax the liver further by making it filter a chemical sweetener? The liver is a superstar organ; metabolizing fat, aiding in detoxification, and production of biochemicals necessary for digestion. Add that to glycogen storage, decomposition of red blood cells, plasma protein synthesis, hormone and bile production; quite frankly; my liver is busy enough already.
Next they fed me a gelatin dessert. Now, I have nothing against a good gelatin dessert but again, how many chemicals is one overtaxed system supposed to handle? I’m in the hospital already. “Are you trying to keep me here? Who do you work for?! WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!” (It’s a conspiracy, they were trying to get me hooked on chemicals.)
All this after I made it a point to tell staff that I react to “food additives & preservatives”, I even had a red bracelet that informed staff of same. On my tray, again and again processed, chemically coloured, artificially favored items appeared. How can I digest this plastic you call margarine and why is there no ‘natural’ option? How is one to heal fed by adipic acid, artificial flavor, disodium phosphate sodium citrate, fumaric acid, and the colorant red 40?
On admission I was asked what religion I practice (“Jedi”) but never once did someone talk to me about food. Why?
In this flesh cocoon, that we call the human body we require three things for life & vitality on this planet – air, food and water. By not attending to my needs nutritionally, in my mind the system failed to deliver one of the basic human needs. Simple.
Now, before medical professionals and dietary hospital workers get all up in arms saying that large hospitals cannot possibly customize each plate to each patient – I would like to point out that I never once received someone else’s medication, IV drip or diagnosis.
There is chasm of difference between can’t and won’t. All I want is healthy, natural food.
That being said… where the dietitians, prep cooks & delivery personal did go right was in the last tray of hospital food set before me. Breakfast consisted of coffee (watery, but still coffee), grape juice (chemicals, no thanks) 2% milk, cooked oatmeal (can’t go wrong with oatmeal), dry brown toast and a boiled egg (perfectly cooked). (Condiment options included margarine, artificial sweetener, pepper and diet jam. Diet jam?!)
This tray was the key to my being released to recuperate at home until surgery in several weeks time as opposed to further ‘incarceration’. The conditions were: a fever-free night, clean blood work and keeping down solid (hospital) food.
A food challenge. I simply smiled… “Obviously you do not know who you’re dealing with. Bring it.”
Home. At last. There is no aspartame here. I am safe. I see a cause in my future.
GYPSY NOTE: In light of current health, the blog may be a bit spotty from time to time, we thank you for your patience. The good news is, I’m on a holistic health mission so dishes delivered promise to be tasty and good for you! More soon, but first we nap.