ABORT READING NOW!
If you're still here, be warned that I've given you ample opportunity to bail out.
Most of you are aware that we are caregivers for my almost 90 year old dad and have him in our home in order to do that. He has esophageal cancer and had a stent put in his throat last May in order to allow him to eat pureed foods and liquids. He has steadily been going downhill and currently only weighs 160 lbs. (down from just over 200 in May). All that is to be expected and is part of his disease.
Now, I'm getting to the rant part....
Last night I had to call the ambulance to take him to the local emergency dept. because he hadn't been able to get anything down for almost two days. When he arrived at the hospital, they, of course, ran bloodwork which showed that his blood level was extremely low. This was what they said the LAST time he was there but they didn't do anything about it then. This time they gave him three units of blood overnight. That was fine with me because it was obvious he needed it.
This morning I received a call from the hospital that he was being released. I questioned that and was told that his blood level was now 'normal'. Well, that's good to know - BUT - what about not being able to eat, which is the reason he's there in the first place. Oh, said the nurse.
We arrive (somewhat miffed) at the hospital and started asking questions. The emerg doctor told us that (get this!!) they had requested the local 'guy' who does throat scopes to have a look at dad and he refused. Ummmm....he refused??? Apparently dad is to see the dr. that put the stent in - but he's 40 miles away and dad can't get there without some sort of special transportation, so what do we do now???
Oh well, they sent him home with yet another prescription for 'gas' and we're now left twisting in the wind and dad still can't eat.
Oh yeah, it's fun to get old.