Drat it.
Many years ago I went (once) to see an arrogant toad with an M.D after his name. He asked 'what seems to be the problem'. 'I have a throat infection' I replied. Toad's response 'And when did you complete your medical training'. There are no prizes for guessing what was wrong with me.
I still haven't completed (or started) medical training. However, I do know the smaller portion well and, over the years have experienced far too many medical dramas with him.
He has been discharged too early (with horrendous consequences) before. Yesterday was the first day since his operation when he had been allowed a 'normal' diet. At lunchtime the first such meal arrived - just as he was whisked off to have an ultrasound. When he returned his lunch was gone. He was also still receiving, and dependent on oxygen. We took him to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee and he was an attractive grey shade and gasping when we returned him to the ward half an hour later. Hospital staff had flagged his imminent discharge and he said 'I really don't think I am ready'. Coming from his lips this is a HUGE admission.
This morning at 7.30 he rang me to say that his doctor was very pleased, and that he was being sent home today. WTF? And sent home he was.
A community nurse will come and change his dressing on Friday, and on Monday another will remove the multiplicity of staples currently holding him together.
'Make an appointment to see your surgeon in four to six weeks time'. 'You may drive when you can complete normal (but unspecified) chores in say, two weeks time'.
Waiting for the discharge papers to be completed and to collect his medication exhausted him. He couldn't face anything to eat (and food has a number of issues for him) and fell into bed when we got home three hours ago. He is still out like a light.
I so hope that this isn't another premature discharge. Hope it, but am not convinced. Cross your fingers and toes that his vile convalescence is the worst I have to deal with in the coming days and weeks.
PS: In their efficiency the hospital has just rung me to ask 'when he left the discharge lounge, and whether he had his medication?' Superlative record keeping. Not.
Many years ago I went (once) to see an arrogant toad with an M.D after his name. He asked 'what seems to be the problem'. 'I have a throat infection' I replied. Toad's response 'And when did you complete your medical training'. There are no prizes for guessing what was wrong with me.
I still haven't completed (or started) medical training. However, I do know the smaller portion well and, over the years have experienced far too many medical dramas with him.
He has been discharged too early (with horrendous consequences) before. Yesterday was the first day since his operation when he had been allowed a 'normal' diet. At lunchtime the first such meal arrived - just as he was whisked off to have an ultrasound. When he returned his lunch was gone. He was also still receiving, and dependent on oxygen. We took him to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee and he was an attractive grey shade and gasping when we returned him to the ward half an hour later. Hospital staff had flagged his imminent discharge and he said 'I really don't think I am ready'. Coming from his lips this is a HUGE admission.
This morning at 7.30 he rang me to say that his doctor was very pleased, and that he was being sent home today. WTF? And sent home he was.
A community nurse will come and change his dressing on Friday, and on Monday another will remove the multiplicity of staples currently holding him together.
'Make an appointment to see your surgeon in four to six weeks time'. 'You may drive when you can complete normal (but unspecified) chores in say, two weeks time'.
Waiting for the discharge papers to be completed and to collect his medication exhausted him. He couldn't face anything to eat (and food has a number of issues for him) and fell into bed when we got home three hours ago. He is still out like a light.
I so hope that this isn't another premature discharge. Hope it, but am not convinced. Cross your fingers and toes that his vile convalescence is the worst I have to deal with in the coming days and weeks.
PS: In their efficiency the hospital has just rung me to ask 'when he left the discharge lounge, and whether he had his medication?' Superlative record keeping. Not.
