Today was a very strange day. My back wasn't hurting, but was putting out a large amount of blood and pus.
I skipped morning PT trying to find out what was going on. More precisely I refused to go to PT and TO. There were no real answers. Around noon a nurse told me that Dr. Marcotte wanted to see me. However, by DCMH rules I couldn't leave the hospital unless they discharged me. I knew I had to see Marcotte, but if he didn't admit me to HUP, or re-admit me to be more precise, I wasn't about to go back to DCMH and their inpatient rehab. I was pretty sure they were not eager to take me. So I'd likely be stuck at home with an infection and any outpatient or ER medical care. That wasn't a good idea.
I expressed these concerns and then announced that I wasn't going. Period. I was talking to Hilary and telling her what was going on. She wanted me to go. Finally the head nurse at the DCMH unit said I could come back if necessary. I think she knew that my care was seriously substandard. I was still absolutely against leaving.
I missed afternoon PT and TO as well. I was in a serious snit, and not a great patient. Hilary came by at dinner time and we discussed the matter further. I was still very worried about losing my PT -- which I wasn't doing in any event -- and being in a truly horrid situation.
Hilary and I discuss the situation further when she arrives at dinner time. She wants to see Marcotte, and she has seen my back. I haven't. It's clear DCMH wants to be rid of me, and as soon as possible.
Finally I settle down and watch Dallas play the Giants on Monday Night Football. It's a great game; Dallas wins 35-32 in overtime. At least I don't obsess on my situation.Today was a very strange day. My back wasn’t hurting, but was putting out a large amount of blood and pus.
I skipped morning PT trying to find out what was going on. More precisely I refused to go to PT and TO. There were no answers there. Around noon a nurse told me that Dr. Marcotte wanted to see me. Somehow he heard about my back issue. I don’t think Hilary called him. I guess he has a really good team who do follow-up.
By DCMH rules I can’t leave the hospital unless they discharge me. I knew I had to see Marcotte, but if he didn’t admit me to HUP, or re-admit me to be more precise, I wasn’t about to go back to DCMH and their inpatient rehab. Anyway, I’m pretty sure they are not eager to get me back. So I’ll likely be stuck at home with an infection and no outpatient or ER medical care. That isn’t a good idea.
I express these concerns and then announce that I wasn’t going to HUP. Period. I was talked to Hilary and told her what was going on. She wants me to go. Finally the head nurse at the DCMH rehab unit says I can come back if necessary. I think she knows that my care was seriously substandard. I was still absolutely against leaving.
I miss afternoon PT and TO as well. I am in a serious snit, and not a great patient.
Hilary comes by at dinnertime and we discuss the matter further. I’m still very worried about losing my PT -- which I wasn’t doing in any event -- and winding up in a truly horrid situation.
Hilary wants to see Marcotte, and she has seen my back. I haven’t. It’s clear DCMH wants to be rid of me, and as soon as possible.
Finally I settle down and watch Dallas play the Giants on Monday Night Football. It’s a great game; unfortunately Dallas wins 35-32 in overtime. At least I don’t obsess on my situation.
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