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Day 40- Rebels
Today, we busted Casey out of the hospital.
She was in the hospital for a full week before Christmas due to chemo and stomach problems. She went back in 3 days later with the same stomach problems. She doesn't sleep in the hospital, especially when she doesn't actually feel sick; the nurses come in to take her vitals every 2 hours, and sick scared kids cry.
She's been feeling better for a couple days, and her blood levels were going back up. She could have been released today; every doctor and nurse wanted to let her go and didn't know why they would keep her in, except for one doctor, who wanted to keep her in until her lung surgery on the 11th. As an aside, the lung surgery has a recovery time of at least a week, so she'd be in for almost a month, get maybe a few days off, and then go in for chemo, and another month with her amputation (assuming the amputation is right after her lung surgery). Casey goes crazy in the hospital, and I'm not saying "She hates it, it drives her nuts." She is literally fighting to not completely fall apart. Not in a "crying for hours." More like the "real, probably-should-be-institutionalized mental breakdown" kind of way.
So today, I showed up to confront this fuckhead doctor. Who wasn't there. At this point, Casey needed to get out. It was awful. The doctors were all "We need to keep her at least until tomorrow morning." I had the resident, who was a total sweetheart, call the doctor in charge of letting people get out (she wasn't at work). This woman was a total fuck. She's all "During chemo, levels drop, and children need to be in the hospital." She was talking to Casey on the phone, asking questions, and then inturrupting before Casey got a full word out. So Casey was already falling apart and frustrated, and started sobbing. So I took the phone, listened to her entire explanation, and then said no. She tried inturrupting me, so she didn't even have to hear my reasoning, and I didn't let her talk. I felt so awesome. I just kept talking like she hadn't inturrupted me. As soon as that happened, she said she'd have to call the attending doctor to authorize it. I win, bitch.
Seriously. We live 10 minutes from the hospital. It's no big deal to come back at any time of the day or night if something happens, we're not paying for anything due to two insurances, so it doesn't matter if we come in an ambulance or have to go to the emergency room, and we can come back first thing in the morning to check her labs. So, fuck off, woman. I am not a moron, I happen to have figured out how chemo hits Casey after six months of it.
Hate. HATE.
Plus, it was funny, because Casey'd gone to the hospital in an ambulance, and hadn't worn shoes, and I forgot to bring her some. So she was like, shuffling out in her slippers and socks. It was adorable.
Anyway, this is us reenacting our busting out of the hospital.
Day 40- Rebels
Today, we busted Casey out of the hospital.
She was in the hospital for a full week before Christmas due to chemo and stomach problems. She went back in 3 days later with the same stomach problems. She doesn't sleep in the hospital, especially when she doesn't actually feel sick; the nurses come in to take her vitals every 2 hours, and sick scared kids cry.
She's been feeling better for a couple days, and her blood levels were going back up. She could have been released today; every doctor and nurse wanted to let her go and didn't know why they would keep her in, except for one doctor, who wanted to keep her in until her lung surgery on the 11th. As an aside, the lung surgery has a recovery time of at least a week, so she'd be in for almost a month, get maybe a few days off, and then go in for chemo, and another month with her amputation (assuming the amputation is right after her lung surgery). Casey goes crazy in the hospital, and I'm not saying "She hates it, it drives her nuts." She is literally fighting to not completely fall apart. Not in a "crying for hours." More like the "real, probably-should-be-institutionalized mental breakdown" kind of way.
So today, I showed up to confront this fuckhead doctor. Who wasn't there. At this point, Casey needed to get out. It was awful. The doctors were all "We need to keep her at least until tomorrow morning." I had the resident, who was a total sweetheart, call the doctor in charge of letting people get out (she wasn't at work). This woman was a total fuck. She's all "During chemo, levels drop, and children need to be in the hospital." She was talking to Casey on the phone, asking questions, and then inturrupting before Casey got a full word out. So Casey was already falling apart and frustrated, and started sobbing. So I took the phone, listened to her entire explanation, and then said no. She tried inturrupting me, so she didn't even have to hear my reasoning, and I didn't let her talk. I felt so awesome. I just kept talking like she hadn't inturrupted me. As soon as that happened, she said she'd have to call the attending doctor to authorize it. I win, bitch.
Seriously. We live 10 minutes from the hospital. It's no big deal to come back at any time of the day or night if something happens, we're not paying for anything due to two insurances, so it doesn't matter if we come in an ambulance or have to go to the emergency room, and we can come back first thing in the morning to check her labs. So, fuck off, woman. I am not a moron, I happen to have figured out how chemo hits Casey after six months of it.
Hate. HATE.
Plus, it was funny, because Casey'd gone to the hospital in an ambulance, and hadn't worn shoes, and I forgot to bring her some. So she was like, shuffling out in her slippers and socks. It was adorable.
Anyway, this is us reenacting our busting out of the hospital.