I woke up around 730 this morning, delighted to be unwoken by either dogs or baby over the course of the night. However, an hour later, I was starving, and no breakfast was in sight. I waited until 900am to call the desk, only for no one to pick up. I kept calling until I got a hold of someone who assured me they would try to sort it out. I ate a bar donated to my suitcase by Sara, then called again at 930.

I got another person, who also said they’d check in with the catering service. Fifteen minutes later, I got a call saying my food was already delivered. I check outside my door for the fourth time; it had not been delivered. I called back and told them I still didn’t have food, and they finally sent up a small tiny bottle of OJ, an apple, and a yogurt. I have a feeling they removed the muffin/cereal/bar that was accompanied this to make it “gluten free.”

When lunch arrived, it was 15 minutes early. It was also delivered by someone who sounded suspiciously like the chef I talked to last night. Thankfully, it was gluten free. Lots more iceberg lettuce than I normally eat, but the side of beef was delicious.

Surprisingly, about half way through my lunch, I had another knock on my door. When I opened it, I had another bag of food at my door, this time not gluten free. I suspect the logistics at this hospital may be terrible enough that I’m somehow now down to get two meals every meal. I left the rather measly cake alone, but I ate the extra potato salad and put the burrito-like object in the fridge. I figure I can cannibalize it if I get hungry enough. (Alternatively, I can feed it to Tull when I get released.)

When dinner arrived, I went to the door and was surprised to see a guy outside with a cart of meals. I opened the bag he left in front of my door, and, shock of all shocks… it wasn’t gluten free. (Cake, biscuits, etc.) I told the man that it wasn’t gluten free, to which he replied that I had to place a separate order requesting gluten free food. He then looked at his list of rooms… and discovered that my room was marked as gluten free. He apologized and took the meal away.

Basically exactly an hour later, I got another knock on my door. It was, once again, a chef. This bag contained cake, but not a biscuit, so I gratefully accepted the meal. It was vegetarian, sadly, but I didn’t get any real veggies for lunch, so it works.

I wonder what I’ll get tomorrow…