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Neviyah has endured EIGHT sticks in the arm. Six to get her IV in correctly and two more this morning to draw blood after none would come out of her IV. This poor little baby. She sees a nurse and immediate either starts crying or saying, "no-no-no-no-no."

I know I complained about this last time but the kosher food here stinks. It isn't just that it tastes bad...it is that either they don't have it, can't find it or only have one. I can tell I am annoying them by asking for it. I think they have more but just want to forcce me to order vegetarian on paper with plastic utensils. Grrrrrrrrrr!

This morning I ordered breakfast (of course, they had NO kosher breakfasts) so I had to go with cold cereal and a small fruit plate. I ordered at 8:00 a.m. At 9:30 a.m., I still had no food. I call down and the very woman who took my order said she didn't have a record of it. I told her, "Remember? We discussed kosher breakfast and you said you didn't have any? Remember we went through the cold menu items and I ordered [repeated order]? Remember when I called you said you were "just talking about me?"

Her response? "Oh, tell me again what you ordered and I will send it right up."

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