They tried to get her to eat, Miss Brown said, but none of the foods they'd chosen, she liked. It wasn't their fault. Not being able to swallow properly meant that there were very little foods she could take. And she didn't want anything pureed, so there was literally very, very little.
No one seemed to know for sure what it was she was supposed to eat. There had been a paper from the dietician, or the nutritionist, but in the midst of all the paperwork, that handwritten sheet had somehow gotten lost, so it was up to her caregivers to decide what was best.
She took a bit of soup, thickened, of course, with the thickener, and which wasn't too bad, but it kind of made the texture a little funny. A couple of spoonfuls and Miss Brown decided she was done.
She took a bit of 3-in-1 sweetened brown rice cereal that her supposed caregivers had bought, and although she liked the sweetness, the cereal was rough on her throat.
There were even cups of organic cinnamon oatmeal porridge from Marks & Spencer and which were supposedly filling, and she tried, but oatmeal being oatmeal...
Nothing she consumed that first weekend tasted familiar.
Maybe that was the reason why her caregivers got her this.
It had come recommended, they said, this raw meal supplement thingy, just in case she was refusing all kinds of food, and the idea was that as awful tasting as it was, better she have something in her stomach than nothing at all.