Collapsed Lung/Bad Tamales
Last Friday my right lung collapsed. While I initially found this event unfortunate, I now realize that it was a part of a larger plan to expose me to how rueful hospital food has become. I remember stealing food from relatives' plates when they had been admitted to our local hospital and everything I encountered then tasted like Wolfgang Puck compared to the UCLA Cafe Med "Tamale plate". That little number probably set my insurance back eight bucks (co-pay of probably 50 cents) and for that much money I want something with some merit. I had a pretty hard time eating it which is saying something since, before it arrived, I had been eyeing the terrycloth drapes and my complimentary tabasco sauce packet.