It doesn’t matter what you do for a living, when someone in your family is sick you lose your cool.
I’m trying to make sure my Dad gets all he needs, and grateful for six brothers and sisters tag-teaming as well as ADL home nursing on scene. I spent some phone time last week with the VA confirming his appointments. I would have like to have gotten him in sooner, but at least we have a date. I also made three phone calls, told by two people that I would have to stuff Dad in a car and drive him to VA or Kent to sign a release of records so his cardiologist could get his test results, and– third time a charm–, spoke to medical records at Kent where a pleasant woman assured me she would send everything ‘I’m printing them up as we speak’, and never even asked my name. They’re going from one hospital to another– what is the problem??? It’s not like they will be entrusted into my profane hands.
Kent Hospital changed Dad’s heart meds, so when he was discharged I took the new prescriptions to the CVS he used to use. I filled three of four, partially, hoping we could get them transferred to the VA which sends them in the mail, cost covered by the gummint. Well, this is going to take a while, fortunately he is on cheap pills.
A week later, my sister got Dad a digital med organizer that pings and says in a chirpy voice that it’s time to take your 4 o’clock– saving family from chirping and being growled at. I went to CVS to get Dad’s heart meds filled and was told they weren’t in the computer. I was picturing myself calling VA and Kent and going to Chalkstone Ave to pickup pills before Dad missed a dose of what is probably his most important med and despairing that the hospital had somehow sent him home without a vital prescription. I had handed over two pages to the pharmacy last week and had not photocopied them first, though I had a faint visual memory of there being all his prescriptions on the page.
As I waited for the other scrip to be filled, I recalled that computers mostly exist to foul things up, and just maybe the medication order was on one of those pages, and prevailed on the pharmacist to get it out of the file.
Problem solved. Apologies. Scrip filled.