(Readers are advised to read yesterday's posts before this one.)
Sorry, Jesus! For once (-?-) I have to argue with you: I actually think a bit more worry yesterday might have saved at least about a dozen people a lot of trouble today. I would not even be surprised if today shortened my own or someone else's life by a few hours, but that will of course be hard to prove...
I'm lying in bed now, at four in the afternoon, and don't have enough writing energy to go into details. But to sum up: All that came out of today was that some blood samples got taken that should have been taken a week before, which could have been done locally without going to the hospital in town. Since it was not, all the rest of today's hospital visit was a total waste of time and energy for me, dad, busy specialist doctor, several nurses, receptionists, drivers and others...
Well. One more lesson learned: Next time, home care staff will have to accompany dad to the hospital, even if I sit in on the actual talk with the doctor. What was I thinking?! What was anyone thinking?! "Good will" is not enough to get through a day like today. My dad needs a lot more physical assistance than I can provide; and don't think that just because you're in a hospital, there is always staff at hand... If I knew who to yell at, I'd yell. Loud. However, I don't really know who to blame... Lots of individuals today went out of their way to be helpful; the fault is not with any of them. Tomorrow, I'll try to phone Someone In Charge and talk calmly about how to avoid the whole thing from being repeated...
Thanks to all who responded to my worries from yesterday and who have been thinking and praying. Keep it up, please. I'll need it.
4 comments:
I am only just catching up with the last few days' blogs and so I missed your posting yesterday. It sounds as if you've had a bad time and I've been trying to go back through some of your posts to get a better picture. In the meantime know that my positive thoughts are with you.
GB, Thank you. If the picture should remain blurry, and there's something specific you'd like to ask, feel free to send me an email. This blog was never exactly a diary of every event and trouble - or thought... Sometimes more like an escape and help to focus on other things.
Hi DT: I have been amiss reading posts but I caught up with yours today. Did not know you have chronic pain and I am so sorry to hear that. My husband had it for two solid years and I wasn't sure what he'd do at some stages.
Sounds like you have your hands full with your father. Hospitals can be tricky to navigate. My husband usually does it because he worked in them when he was young as a medical social worker. He does not accept whatever they say and he always insists on seeing the doctor, case worker, etc.
Good luck to you and I hope you feel much better.
Thanks California Girl. I'm not too good at keeping up with everybody else's blogs myself. Sometimes I feel I'm not even quite keeping up with my own ;) I used to work in the hospital myself (as secretary) but a lot of things have changed and been reorganized since then. New buildings, new people, new computer systems and routines and whatnot.
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