I
slice into the skin to reveal the dark brown stone housed in two tone flesh, saliva seeps from the corners of my mouth. I peel away the skin and like
licking the spoon after childhood cake making, my reward is the remaining flesh
scooped out and sucked from my green fingers.
The
peeled avocado pear is like an unfilled boat, prawns are the ideal sailors,
splashed with pink Marie Rose sea-spray; ready to sail on waves of lettuce.
Rewind four years, the smell of avocado plays with my taste buds as the high dependency nurses appear by my bed to roll me onto my side. My rumbling stomach is incessant even though I have cleared every plate of hospital food. My only thought is of avocado filled with juicy prawns, sauce dripping down the sides, sitting on fresh crisp salad. I describe this to the nurses in minute detail as they roll me, they want it too. They suggest asking the kitchen if it can be provided; but it has to be Bottelinos’ avocado prawn salad.
Rewind four years, the smell of avocado plays with my taste buds as the high dependency nurses appear by my bed to roll me onto my side. My rumbling stomach is incessant even though I have cleared every plate of hospital food. My only thought is of avocado filled with juicy prawns, sauce dripping down the sides, sitting on fresh crisp salad. I describe this to the nurses in minute detail as they roll me, they want it too. They suggest asking the kitchen if it can be provided; but it has to be Bottelinos’ avocado prawn salad.
The
following days despite hoovering up every bit of food given to me, avocado prawn
salad still floats before my eyes, fills my nostrils and dances on my taste
buds. I learn that increased appetite is one of the side effects of the steroid Dexamethasone given to
reduce the swelling in my head.
Increased appetite!... if the curtains were closer I would munch those. Chris
comes to my rescue, turning up at my bedside with tinfoil containers. My eyes
never leave her hands until a plate is fetched and the contents are tipped out. I
devour it all to the point of nausea!
I restrict myself to half a packet of biscuits a day. My sister
watches in horror knowing that weight gained will have to be shed. When
my bedside neighbour starts rustling her foil wrapped cheese and biscuits it
could be enough to get me back on my feet.
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