<<Disclaimer: Verify this information before applying it to your situation.>> Last weekend, after a 12 hour stay in the ER, my mom was hospitalized for dehydration related to massive diarrhea (probably related to a, yes GF, med) with the 90 heat and humidity not helping. I went home and got food, inc. jello, that I knew she would be able to eat. The staff dealt well with this (along with her GF meds from home) and me rooming in so we would know that she would get OK stuff. All went well until we were about to leave Monday. A secretary came running down the hall, saying she would be getting her CARDIAC diet for lunch. I said CELIAC not cardiac and she started to argue with me. (I won). Anyway, after saying I knew it (that they would mess it up), I figured cardiac/celiac both begin and end with a "c" and have a tall letter in between, so that's how they managed it. When I went back to work (I am a nurse in that hospital), I checked the dietary order menu and sure enough that's what they had done (no such thing as a celiac diet, it's GF). Just thought I'd like to share this sad in many ways, but also humorous story (we all know about questioning, questioning, questioning) about how she probably would not have had to worry about her salt or fat levels as she would probably gotten a big bowl of wheat filled pasta!