Dinner came. It's the highlight of my day here in the senior home. It was set on my little dinner tray on wheels. Somehow, I'm not sure how but it was probably my fault, it wound up on the floor. The whole thing, except for one bite that I took of the grilled cheese sandwich. An aide whisked in and we both cleaned it up. She left with the floor scrapings. I haven't seen her since 5:45 PM. It is now an hour and a half later.
My headache has come back now. I take oxycodone for it. I pushed my call button for the oxy and food. No response.
Apparently, if you knock your dinner on the floor, too bad so sad. You go without dinner for being a dumbass.
UPDATE: Dinner never came.
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