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I just got off the phone with the anesthetist. THAT long. And I called everyone and their supervisor at the hospital just for that. (And I was out and out lied to several times today too.)
According to the anesthetist, he has it written down that I wasn't going to consent until I spoke to my husband's team. (I didn't even know he had a "team." I thought they were mostly just on duty for a particular shift in charge of patients in particular rooms, and the only reason I've met so many over the course of 6.5 weeks is because he's on his fifth room. Yeesh! Again. I can't ask a question if I don't know the question to ask or that there is even a question there.) This morning, at 7:30ish, I told him, (and same guy no less -- Dr. Johnson), that I wanted to ask my husband so HE could consent. Then I'd sign if it was okay with him. 10 AM this morning hubby consented.
Since then, apparently everyone on the floor thought someone else called Dr. Johnson back to let him know, and they were busy setting up several times for that never-happened operation. BUT he didn't get notified, so... (well, the rest of what I wrote today.)
BUT something good came out of this botched mess. Because they so royally screwed this up, I called in that chip -- the ice chip. John is going to have something to drink tonight!!! Yippee!!!!
Honestly? If I didn't get a phone call by 9:30, I was going back to the hospital to camp out in the middle of the floor (or nurse's station. I was leaning toward nurse's station, only because they might have to push a gurney through in the corridor), until I got an answer.
So, prayer requests for the night.
1. This tension, plus hanging out with John for hours the last two days waiting for things to happen that never happened, have made me so incredibly sore. My abdomen hasn't hurt this bad since there was some kind of paperwork mess-up a few years ago and suddenly I couldn't get my pain meds and ran out. I'm also so tense, I have to keep reminding myself my shoulders aren't really earmuffs. (My shoulders go up when tense. The more tense, the higher they go.) Pain meds aren't going to cut it. I need God to do his thing.
2. That John really really gets his drink. Like I said, I've been lied to often today. I believe Dr. Johnson really was told they'd do that for John, but they also told me that John didn't have his operation because the operating rooms were full nonstop for the last 12 hours.
3. Also, today was the day for my brother/Dad's hearing to find my brother to be legally and finally fully Dad's guardian. My brother has called me every time something big happened, but he didn't call today. And I couldn't call him because someone was going to call me "right back." Dad's lawyer promised me she'd bring the name of the social worker to court with her today to put into motion Dad being forced out. She also promised to give my brother all this grand info to help Dad after the last hearing and never did. All this, and I have no idea how it worked out, and am a bit scared that my brother didn't call.
This was the longest, worst waiting-around day for this whole event, ad I'm counting the day John went to the ER only to be whisked away and then later I was told he was having a massive heart attack and chances were slim he'd survive. (Only worst today, because this day of waiting was longer.)
According to the anesthetist, he has it written down that I wasn't going to consent until I spoke to my husband's team. (I didn't even know he had a "team." I thought they were mostly just on duty for a particular shift in charge of patients in particular rooms, and the only reason I've met so many over the course of 6.5 weeks is because he's on his fifth room. Yeesh! Again. I can't ask a question if I don't know the question to ask or that there is even a question there.) This morning, at 7:30ish, I told him, (and same guy no less -- Dr. Johnson), that I wanted to ask my husband so HE could consent. Then I'd sign if it was okay with him. 10 AM this morning hubby consented.
Since then, apparently everyone on the floor thought someone else called Dr. Johnson back to let him know, and they were busy setting up several times for that never-happened operation. BUT he didn't get notified, so... (well, the rest of what I wrote today.)
BUT something good came out of this botched mess. Because they so royally screwed this up, I called in that chip -- the ice chip. John is going to have something to drink tonight!!! Yippee!!!!
Honestly? If I didn't get a phone call by 9:30, I was going back to the hospital to camp out in the middle of the floor (or nurse's station. I was leaning toward nurse's station, only because they might have to push a gurney through in the corridor), until I got an answer.
So, prayer requests for the night.
1. This tension, plus hanging out with John for hours the last two days waiting for things to happen that never happened, have made me so incredibly sore. My abdomen hasn't hurt this bad since there was some kind of paperwork mess-up a few years ago and suddenly I couldn't get my pain meds and ran out. I'm also so tense, I have to keep reminding myself my shoulders aren't really earmuffs. (My shoulders go up when tense. The more tense, the higher they go.) Pain meds aren't going to cut it. I need God to do his thing.
2. That John really really gets his drink. Like I said, I've been lied to often today. I believe Dr. Johnson really was told they'd do that for John, but they also told me that John didn't have his operation because the operating rooms were full nonstop for the last 12 hours.
3. Also, today was the day for my brother/Dad's hearing to find my brother to be legally and finally fully Dad's guardian. My brother has called me every time something big happened, but he didn't call today. And I couldn't call him because someone was going to call me "right back." Dad's lawyer promised me she'd bring the name of the social worker to court with her today to put into motion Dad being forced out. She also promised to give my brother all this grand info to help Dad after the last hearing and never did. All this, and I have no idea how it worked out, and am a bit scared that my brother didn't call.
This was the longest, worst waiting-around day for this whole event, ad I'm counting the day John went to the ER only to be whisked away and then later I was told he was having a massive heart attack and chances were slim he'd survive. (Only worst today, because this day of waiting was longer.)