and most of the day in the ER

Not seeing a lot of options, we took Alex back to the ER this morning. The staff was extremely nice – and easily accepted that increasing pain, lack of meds and no assurance that his ankle was healing made for no fun.

Got him checked in and seen reasonably promptly by the PA on duty. And then we settled in to wait, and wait, and wait. The Ortho resident on call was swamped and it wasn’t like we presented an acute emergency. He got some pain relief, a set of x-rays, and finally his loose splint was replaced.

Honestly? DIdn’t seem to be any point in taking up the offer of admission since it wouldn’t increase his chances of getting ankle surgery in the next couple of days.  But he will need surgery, and preferably before he reaches 3 weeks post injury.

So that gives us this week to get things straightened out and get him on the schedule. I really dislike the “for-profit” management corporations that have insinuated themselves so deeply in the US health care system that it may take slash & burn to effect any substantial change.

I expect a lot of finger pointing on Tuesday morning as the plan administrator attempts to place the blame for not processing the referral on anyone but them.

(We got back home at 1830 which doesn’t sound bad till I point out that we got there at 0930 this morning).

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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