I was getting ready to go visit him at the hospital around noon yesterday when he called and said they were discharging him. Had to unpack the bag I'd packed for him and reload it with his going home clothes. Then I got to the hospital and had to wait and wait and wait. Then, they told us he had to stay another night because the pain med they'd been giving him could only be filled with a triplicate RX, which the doctor had at home. Doc came in gave us a script for a different pain med and went to write up the discharge orders.
The nurse still had to take out his central line which they'd been using to administer IVs and to monitor bp. She left to get the need supplies and came back 2 hours later! By this time, my patience was GONE!! Then, dinner showed up! She gave us the discharge papers to review while he was eating, which I read aloud to him. Most of the stuff we already knew, so it was more of a review. She then had to come in and "go over" the papers with us, which meant she re-read everything I'd read. Sigh!
When Mark went to change out of his hospital gown to his regular clothes, we found a rash, possibly a reaction to the antibiotic they'd given him. He still has the rash, but they called the doctor, he told Mark to take Benedryl when we got home.
Then, they had to call for "transport" to take him downstairs to be picked up. When I got downstairs with the truck, he came walking out with one of the nurses. Because they had a wheelchair, but no "official" person from transport, he could walk with a nurse. Talk about bureaucracy!! We finally got home about 8pm.
First night was rough, but he's doing much better this morning! He is being attending by one male nurse (Tumbles) and one female nurse (Hannah).
The nurse still had to take out his central line which they'd been using to administer IVs and to monitor bp. She left to get the need supplies and came back 2 hours later! By this time, my patience was GONE!! Then, dinner showed up! She gave us the discharge papers to review while he was eating, which I read aloud to him. Most of the stuff we already knew, so it was more of a review. She then had to come in and "go over" the papers with us, which meant she re-read everything I'd read. Sigh!
When Mark went to change out of his hospital gown to his regular clothes, we found a rash, possibly a reaction to the antibiotic they'd given him. He still has the rash, but they called the doctor, he told Mark to take Benedryl when we got home.
Then, they had to call for "transport" to take him downstairs to be picked up. When I got downstairs with the truck, he came walking out with one of the nurses. Because they had a wheelchair, but no "official" person from transport, he could walk with a nurse. Talk about bureaucracy!! We finally got home about 8pm.
First night was rough, but he's doing much better this morning! He is being attending by one male nurse (Tumbles) and one female nurse (Hannah).
My thoughts too. What could be cuter???
