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beansideGood morning and happy Tuesday! Nothing much planned today, but since Dad came home yesterday, I guess the time will be filled.
Yesterday was a pretty good day at work. I managed 52 calls, which I was pleased with. They want me to take 40, so I'm doing quite well. I mean, it's not rocket science. Once you have the computer system down, it's not that hard to do. And I know when I get cut loose, I'm going to be slower, because I'll be filling out an appointment tracker in addition to the normal stuff. That will only be for a little while, until they're sure I know what I'm doing. Then, I'll get cut loose entirely.
I have my 60 day check in this morning at 10:30, so we'll see how this goes. I'm pretty sure it'll be fine, honestly. I don't believe they have anything to complain about, so it should be pretty positive. But of course, after 911, there's always a little trepidation. With the meeting, I probably won't make 50 calls today, which is okay. I can live with that. (I'm a little competitive, so I'd like to, but it's okay if I don't.)
As I mentioned at the top, they sent Dad home yesterday. Still not 100% sure what caused his issues, but since he seems to have perked up, they turfed him back to us.
The ambulance arrived about 8:45pm, and they sent my rather large father (255 lbs) with a team of 2 women, weighing collectively about 300lbs. This meant that I was obliged to help out, so as not to have him dropped on the fucking floor. Honestly, we damned near did anyway, but through some concerted effort, we got him from the stretcher to the wheelchair and the wheelchair to the bed. And holy fuck, I am hurting today. My shoulders, arms and back are just a mass of Do Not Want.
Then, finally, he's in bed and we're getting him all set up and I see the horror show they've made of his junk. At home, he uses a urinal, but in the hospital, that's not really feasible, because he can't really hold it for very long. So, they do either a catheter, or a condom catheter. This visit, they did both.
Apparently, they put the condom catheter on in a way that it pulled the skin adjacent to the base, and pulled the skin right off. It's raw and bloody. Then, it also seems to have damaged his junk itself, which is also bloody. The internal catheter also seems to have scraped him up, so his urine is, you guessed it, bloody. I took his gown off and just did a total body cringe. I'm so furious at the hospital. There is no way that he should have been discharged while dripping blood from his dick. I may call the social worker to complain, honestly. If there was a problem when they took the condom catheter off, they should have held him long enough for the bleeding to at least stop. And it should have been noted in paperwork. Then again, since they didn't send any paperwork, I guess that's a moot point. Then again, they also didn't call in the new inhaler they wanted him on, so I shouldn't be surprised.
I'll call his primary care when they open and see if we can get a prescription called in, but goddamn, I shouldn't have to.
Okay, guess I've bitched enough. I'm going to go forth and finish my coffee, and consider putting pants on. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!!
Yesterday was a pretty good day at work. I managed 52 calls, which I was pleased with. They want me to take 40, so I'm doing quite well. I mean, it's not rocket science. Once you have the computer system down, it's not that hard to do. And I know when I get cut loose, I'm going to be slower, because I'll be filling out an appointment tracker in addition to the normal stuff. That will only be for a little while, until they're sure I know what I'm doing. Then, I'll get cut loose entirely.
I have my 60 day check in this morning at 10:30, so we'll see how this goes. I'm pretty sure it'll be fine, honestly. I don't believe they have anything to complain about, so it should be pretty positive. But of course, after 911, there's always a little trepidation. With the meeting, I probably won't make 50 calls today, which is okay. I can live with that. (I'm a little competitive, so I'd like to, but it's okay if I don't.)
As I mentioned at the top, they sent Dad home yesterday. Still not 100% sure what caused his issues, but since he seems to have perked up, they turfed him back to us.
The ambulance arrived about 8:45pm, and they sent my rather large father (255 lbs) with a team of 2 women, weighing collectively about 300lbs. This meant that I was obliged to help out, so as not to have him dropped on the fucking floor. Honestly, we damned near did anyway, but through some concerted effort, we got him from the stretcher to the wheelchair and the wheelchair to the bed. And holy fuck, I am hurting today. My shoulders, arms and back are just a mass of Do Not Want.
Then, finally, he's in bed and we're getting him all set up and I see the horror show they've made of his junk. At home, he uses a urinal, but in the hospital, that's not really feasible, because he can't really hold it for very long. So, they do either a catheter, or a condom catheter. This visit, they did both.
Apparently, they put the condom catheter on in a way that it pulled the skin adjacent to the base, and pulled the skin right off. It's raw and bloody. Then, it also seems to have damaged his junk itself, which is also bloody. The internal catheter also seems to have scraped him up, so his urine is, you guessed it, bloody. I took his gown off and just did a total body cringe. I'm so furious at the hospital. There is no way that he should have been discharged while dripping blood from his dick. I may call the social worker to complain, honestly. If there was a problem when they took the condom catheter off, they should have held him long enough for the bleeding to at least stop. And it should have been noted in paperwork. Then again, since they didn't send any paperwork, I guess that's a moot point. Then again, they also didn't call in the new inhaler they wanted him on, so I shouldn't be surprised.
I'll call his primary care when they open and see if we can get a prescription called in, but goddamn, I shouldn't have to.
Okay, guess I've bitched enough. I'm going to go forth and finish my coffee, and consider putting pants on. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!!
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Date: 2024-04-16 09:02 pm (UTC)and the skipped inhaler prescription is also wrong. it sounds like folks there aren't good at some fairly important parts of the job