Not what you're gonna get here!
Just take a look at what's in our pantry at work. Far from pandering to the regular notion that doctors conform to the acsetic diet of a vegan mystic enconsced in a mountain hermitage, our larder actually resembles the stuffed backpack of a pimpled, testosterone-poisoned sixteen year old jock - sans homework.
Although I swear I saw a few ancient scribbled case notes flying out when I opened it.
And that's about the only touch of high fibre you'll see. Think chips. Think snack foods. Think peanut butter and jelly. Think instant noodles. Think burn-your-stomach java. Anything fast and furious, easy to nibble and chew, quick to digest and burn. Short of an intravenous dextrose drip, anything goes. Seriously, post-adolescent frat boys mugging for their tests would go wild over the easy pickings.
Wonder what the hospital nutritionist would think :)
But I guess keeping it to an apple a day would keep the snack-craving doctors away.