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I got another call this week. A friend’s mom had fallen and had been seriously hurt. She spent a few days in the hospital, but as soon as her labs were stabilized, she was summarily discharged. No explanation. No PT. No follow-up care scheduled. Problem is, her mom can’t walk, can’t take care of herself, and is hallucinating. But the bigger problem is that my friend didn’t have much of the information she needed to make decisions or manage her mom’s care. She had not been present at the hospital, didn’t know who her doctor had been, or why her mom had been discharged.
Then I got another call. Another parent had been admitted, but the daughter was questioning what was happening and why. A nasal gastric tube had been placed to removed intestinal fluid, but nothing had happened for many hours. Finally a nurse realized what was happening and dealt with it, but her father had declined in the interim.
Been There, Done That, Bought the Tee Shirt
My friends called because they knew that I’ve been there. I’ve had a lot of experience with hospitals. Not as much as some, for sure. But a lot. I’ve literally spent months in the hospital overseeing the care of my mom, my sister, and my husband. I’ve been there for surgeries, broken bones, and mysterious problems. Over the years, I’ve gained a lot of experience with hospital duty, and would like to share what I’ve learned with my readers. Especially those of you who are GenSandwichers and beginning to care for aging parents.
So for the next several days, I’ll share what I’ve learned and welcome your comments.