Yes, I have not blogged in a week.  As you know Gwen was in the hospital all week with blood clots in her lungs.  I have been taking care of things.

Today in my PJ’s I am in front of the computer doing a few IM’s when the phone rings.  Gwen is frantic for me to get down there.  I she thought they were coming up with the wheel chair. 

OK great.  Me with no Shower, having just taken my morning meds and can’t eat.  OK, by the sound of it this should not take long.  So I quickly finish my IM and head out the door.

When I get to the hospital, I find her dressed at the edge of the bed.  I ask about discharge papers and she tells me she had not gotten them yet.  Huh?  OK, perhaps they are waiting for me.

Several inquiries at 2 nurses stations puts me at a computer station in the corridor, where 2 staffers are.  I tell them I a here for the patient in 2133 and I am ready to take her home.  They tell me that they can’t release her until word from her doctor because he ordered her to have oxygen and her oxygen levels are too high for them to authorize it. (Surprise).

This hardly sounds like a wheelchair is coming to bring her to the lobby. 

Back and forth to various people.  I am diabetic.  I have to maintain blood sugar levels. I also have pills to take at lunch which are at home.   When it says on the bottle “Take at the same time daily with food” they are NOT kidding.  

This ordeal was already taking a ghastly amount of time and was totally unnecessary.  I told the staff that I was going home and gave one my phone number to call me when she was ready.  I felt my blood sugar dropping, needed my meds and twitching with my OCD for a lack of a shower.

I get 10 minuets down the road when the staffer calls my cell to come back.  U turn and back I go.  The staffer that called is no where to be found.  Gwen has her lunch and I am getting dizzy.  They tell me that they are working on it.

Now my question is, why the hell was I called back?  I could have gone home, and taken care of my body easily.  Now I was livid.  This is NOVA level 2 on the anger scale.  (Level 3 is a planet cracker).

I can let things slide on a lot of things.  Hey shit happens that is out of our control, but his was blatant lack of information, ignorance and a total disregard for me.  I do not like suffering due to other’s stupidity. The low blood sugars and me not getting my meds caused me to really get VERY nasty.  Had the dumb blond that called me been there I am sure it would have gotten ugly.  Luckily for her she was out to lunch.  As I said if it was an auto breakdown or something that just happened would not have gotten that level of a reaction.

Finally, after an hour and a half they wheel her out. 

I swung by the super market for a sushi package.  My nuti system weight loss is borked and I am not going to wait the 10 minuets for whatever I add hot water to.

A shower, first meal of the day at 3:00 and my meds late. My poor body is a mess.  Need to sleep for it to get it’s equilibrium back, but I have to take Gwen to the store.  I feel like I have been pulled through a knot hole. 

I am eating and blogging at the same time. 

No matter how much I am assured, I must never assume that all the information is at hand again. Period.  I hate to treat people like they have mashed turnips for brains but I have to watch out for my own health & safety.  A simple "this could take a while" and I would have been prepared.