When I was admitted to the Montfort, part of the "hospital bling" I acquired was a styling allergy bracelet to let people know that I am allergic to sulfa drugs and pineapple. Both my celiac status and pineapple allergy were duly passed on to food services, who made a point of noting it on the paper menu accompanying every meal.
So I was a bit surprised to receive pineapple-orange juice for breakfast. When they came to pick up my tray, I pointed out that this was a rather dangerous mistake. The woman clearing my tray seemed rather disinterested, but did promise to pass it on to the powers-that-be.
It's possible someone in the kitchen is actively trying to kill me, since lunch was Hawaiian Chicken with a side-serving of wheat crackers. And no, I'm not kidding...
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