I prefer junk food to mashed potatoes in our hospitals. It is said there.
The former may not be good for physical health, but it is good for mental health from time to time.
I admit, when I want to pamper myself and indulge myself, I don’t choose between baby carrots and celery.
I go in all: Extra cheeseburger with poutine and a nice cold Coke.
I am not encouraging anyone to follow my example, but my God it is good for my soul.
We cried foul, we ripped our shirts, let’s be honest with ourselves for a couple of minutes that there are still junk food products in the cafeterias of healthcare facilities.
Imagine if the government wanted to “educate” you on the importance of eating well by shoving beet hummus carrots down your throat in a moment of vulnerability.
This is not the right time.
And we understand each other very well. Having “healthy” options is important. We offer fresh and healthy products. But for God’s sake, now was not the time to be chasing a hospital hot dog.
It’s even sadder that we’re more spoiled by cafeteria options than the trays served on the floors of these same establishments. After a few stays in hospitals in Quebec, on more than one occasion, I asked my family to bring me a slice of pizza from the establishment’s cafeteria to replace the sad tray of food left behind.
It seems to me that cutting my slice of pizza should be last on Minister Dubey’s list of priorities.
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