Monday’s the Day
Sun., July 14, 09:41 PM
Monday’s the Day
I don’t know why I’m feeling so apprehensive. We’ve done this before. The main difference this time is that they scheduled us for the other hospital.
There are two big hospitals in this area, both nationally known as among the best. Except that each is famous for certain specialties, they are virtually interchangeable. Husband has been a patient in both over the last seven or eight years. He was well tended in both.
The reason they gave us for using the other hospital is that our hospital of preference just didn’t have any beds available. Our assumption is that we shouldn’t wait around for this, and I certainly agree. A different physician may do the procedure (the office staff mumbled a little when I asked), but it would still be someone from the same practice. If Husband needs a slightly different procedure this time, the wise course of action is to employ the people who know the different procedure.
But I’m more than a little annoyed that I couldn’t get more information from the staff. Is he to stay overnight? The woman who called from the hospital didn’t know. I phoned the office. That woman said, “the procedure is to do the cath and if they have to do a repair, they do it right away, so we arranged for overnight, just in case.” “The procedure is…” means that she didn’t have his chart in front of her, and she actually knows less than I do. The doctor already knows repair is necessary from looking at the results of the scan last month.
So even though I know he’ll be in good hands – and have told him so – I could feel a little more optimistic. That “uh oh” feeling is still with me.
