KFC
I used a lull in my workload at teatime to collect a KFC It was for one of my patients who loves a takeaway Food remains a huge pleasure for him, which is often a rare occurrence in palliative care and so like a couple of schoolboys this afternoon we whispered the long KFC menu and he put in his order. I treated a few of the nurses who weren’t watching their figures too For logistical reasons we had only been offered sandwiches from our usually robust canteen. The patient tucked in to his zinger burger with some gusto and my vicarious pleasure in his pleasure was immeasurable . It was funny but as I was sat in the drive in queue I remembered a visit to the same local takeaway three years ago. It was a summers evening and I was with my husband. We had just been to a particularly harrowing relate appointment and I was feeling bruised and battered and vulnerable. We stopped because we were hungry And I remember feeling rather odd...