For the past couple of months, I've been in and out of the hospital due to a couple of surgeries that I had to have. I am overweight and for the past year and a half, I've been pushing to eat right, exercise and keep a very positive attitude, even during this economic crisis we've been dealing with.I had uterine fibroids. When the Doctor first told me about them, I was determined to try to shrink them naturally. I'm still a young woman and I still wanted the choice of having children if I wanted. So, I took a year to learn everything there was to know about uterine fibroids, where they come from, how can they effect my health and what can I do to rid my body of these things. I did good. I cut out much from my diet. I was taking the all of the right natural vitamins. I elimated certain products in my home that was possibly boosting the estrogen in my body and I was exercising like a woman in a cute tight outfit in a Bally's commercial with a smile on my face. But during this time, I wasn't losing any weight and my fibroids weren't shrinking. Instead, they were getting larger and my blood levels were severely low. That feminine time of the month was coming every two weeks and I was going through 30-35 pads a day for 7 days straight. At this point, both my wonderful Doctor and I decided that it was time to have surgery.So, here I am in the hospital, you know, the place where you are supposed to be getting well, eating well and feeling better. My surgery went without any problems. I have one of the best doctors on the planet. What bothered me was even though I've made the change to eat healthy and stay healthy, when it was time for me to make my food selections in the hospital, my mouth nearly dropped to the floor. Not only was I surprised about the food, my blood pressure, which is normally low, was climbing and that, I had a serious problem with.The first day after my surgery, I was on a liquid / soft diet, which meant I could have broth, jello, ice pops, etc. The broth had so much sodium in it that I couldn't even consume two tablespoons. Also on the tray was extra packets of salt and sugar for my tea. When I told them that the broth was too salty, they gave me water with some color. The second day, I was able to eat regular food. Oh my goodness, the selections consisted of hamburgers, macaroni and cheese (which is my favorite), grilled cheese, chocolate pudding, chunky chicken noodle soup and the list goes on. Although it was on the menu, the vegetables, salads and fresh fruit were extremely rare. Um, hello, isn't this the place where we're supposed to get healthy? I don't care really what we want or crave, shouldn't the hospital menu consist more of fresh fruits, vegetables and grains? Shouldn't we be limited to the types of food we eat in a facility that is trying to help heal us? I don't know about you, but I'm not a fan of hospitals and even though the staff was great, I'm not in a hurry to go back and see them!We complain so much about what we should and shouldn't eat, what's good and what's not. Then we go to the place that is performing major surgeries on us, diagnosing things within us and then we have them take care of us only to eat the food that is given to us to make us sick again in the long term. What's wrong with this picture?
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