Some of it is tasty. The hospital caters to the Italian community so the food has a strong Italian accent. It's more edible than the coffee shop, and the cafeteria in the basement (open to the public and employees) serves the same food as for the patients. They bring menus and food even when Mom was marked as fasting.
I hate to see food wasted but I feel guilty eating Mom's meal, whether she picks at it or not. The nurses are happy when she tries to eat -- but I don't think they would be pleased at Mom eating whatever I bring in to eat for me -- including French fries, sushi wrap, flavored coffee, homemade cookies. (No more than one bite, I promise). I even brought some of it home to eat the next day.
And be careful about bringing in food for Mom to eat, as that won't be counted as part of her daily intake. I suggest you talk to your Mom's head nurse to see what is permissible.
Rwarren, did you get my long response sharing some methods that worked with my mom and me? It involved some real life experiences with another situation. Someone, who evidently knew more than I and had a year of law classes (I think) disagreed. It was in the response to you, too, but it was taken down. I just wondered if you got it? You sound better! Sorry about your mom. If she were in the process of working up to a gall bladder attack when you were so frustrated with her, it is no wonder! That is a unique and usually excruciatingly painful experience! Hope to hear from you soon.
Really, I can't remember ever being that hungry visiting someone. The hospital cafeteria usually has a good selection of food that provides a brief respite for family when someone is in the hospital. I do enjoy visiting the cafeteria.
If your mom's intake is being measured, don't eat her food. I know it seems wasteful, but-better to waste it then have her drs think she's eating well.
On March 9, Mom was moved to a convalescent home. the estimate is that it would be 2-3 weeks, but she can stay for 30 days before fees kick in. We have been seriously misled about what is supposed to take place here. Her days consist of meals, pills, the occasional vomiting episode, and an almost-daily visit from me. she has yet to see a doctor, and the first inkling of a physio was only yesterday. She's enjoying it more than I am. Oh and did I mention the place has been under flu quarantine since before we arrived, and continuing for another week?!
But to stay on topic about food: In this place, she is eating like a queen. chicken breast with honey sauce -- pepper steak -- Veal Stroganoff -- ok bacon omelets are disgusting but some meals are better than others. I can eat there if I buy an $8 meal card, I'm on my third one so far. (If I don't take the soup, because soup is not my thing, it is only 7 punches on the card instead of 10.) However due to the "flu precautions" officially I am not allowed to eat with her. I have to be segregated (and occasionally locked into) the basement cafeteria (and in a designated spot for outsiders), or we both have to be shut into Mom's minuscule room like lepers. Unlike the hospital, they do check what the patients eat and don't eat. I do not sneak food in to her, except for one bite of a green velvet cupcake I made for a St. Pat's potluck.