It must be Monday…
I am so frustrated with the bureaucracy behind the scenes at the hospital. What a load of crap I was fed!
- We’ll call your case manager — Nope. Didn’t happen.
- We’ll call Visiting Nurses — Nope. Didn’t happen.
- Your doctor can see all your mother’s records online — Uh, no. He can’t!
So I’m frantically trying to get some help and my mother’s oxygen saturation seems low.
“Hey, Doc! Can we get some oxygen here?”
“You’ll have to bring her to the office so we can test it after she walks… Medicare… blah, blah, blah…”
Oh dear, it must be Monday. Five phone calls later the nurse is on her way…
[Insert the sound of screeching brakes here.]
And… we’re in an ambulance.
Holy shit! What is going on? Mom is completely out of it! If she wakes up, it’s only for a few seconds and then she’s out cold again. We— the nurse and I — have tested her sugar, checked her vital signs, and everything is good. It just doesn’t make any sense. So now she’s having every test known to man done as I wait in the ER with my brother.
I’m tired, hungry, and always wondering what’s next. What fresh hell is this? They should have wine in the vending machines at the hospital.