Dennis's blog

Jonny's meal sounded great to me...like something right out of a morgue. No thanks...give me straight old cooked food...nothing moving.

Speaking of moving, I dropped a potato chip on the nurses station on Sunday, bent over to pick it up, stepped on my cuff and fell over flat on my back. Instead of inquiring about my health, all the nurses just laughed and started pointing at me. The nurse whose chair leg I banged my head on, didn't even look up...hmmph