Why Doctors Shouldn’t Be Allowed to Call on Fridays

ImageYesterday my mind was so very heavy, first and foremost, with the events that happened in Connecticut.  It is all so beyond my comprehension.  To a much lesser degree, I was bothered by this message left by Dave’s endocrinologist on our voicemail.

“Hi David.  Dr. __________ calling.  Got your blood work back.  A1C was 7.2 which is pretty good.  Holding stable from last time.  Couple of other things though.  One is that your thyroid is messed up again so I think it is time to treat it.  I’m going to send in a prescription for __________  60 micrograms once a day tab to the Express Scripts.  And also one of your liver tests came back pretty high.  Normal is up to about 50.  Yours was 100.  I will send that on to the other doctor to look at.  And if you can come see me in 3 months instead of 6 we can check thyroid again.  Thanks.”

That raised more questions than it answered.  Scan Monday morning and follow up oncologist appointment Tuesday, so I guess we can ask our questions then.  Doctors really shouldn’t call on Fridays.



In the Beginning


The best thing about Dave’s first post-surgical hospital stay was that it was over a weekend.  The hospital was quiet, and he was given a private room.  (Honestly, why are there semi-private rooms?  Is there ever a time that you might be at the hospital where you would think a semi-private room would be a good idea?)  The first night Dave was on the Spine Unit because of the full to capacity situation on the Surgical Telemetry floor.  The only issue with this was that the nurses weren’t used to dealing with colon resection patients.  Luckily the next morning a room became available, and he was moved.

The worst thing about his hospital stay was that his blood sugar was out of control.  His numbers were sky high, and the prescribed sliding scale was doing nothing to remedy the situation.  Dave was extremely agitated and wanted me to sneak his insulin into the hospital.  It was hard for me, but I stayed firm and refused to do this.  This resulted in him kicking me out of this hospital room on a couple of occasions.  As much as I hated to see him so anxious, I was worried that in his hazy state, he would give himself too much insulin and then bottom out.  As is the case in many things in life, it is connecting with the right person that gets the job done.  This person was a nurse on the floor who told the on call Internal Medicine doctor that Dave needed to control his own insulin.  With that, the doctor changed his orders, and it was much smoother sailing from that point out.  I would say that this setback definitely affected Dave’s recovery initially.  As quickly as he did recover, the undue stress was unnecessary.  I can’t understand why in this day and age a “one size fits all” prescription would still be used.

Part of the recovery process is getting up and walking around in order to get your system back in gear.  We made many laps around the 7th floor as did Dave’s parents and his sister too.  We quickly learned that having a cart filled with yellow gowns, gloves and masks outside your room was a bad thing.  It meant MRSA or some other highly contagious and undesirable malady was afoot.  We gave those rooms a wide berth as we passed by.

The doctors were ready to send Dave home after a day and a half.  I remembered hearing that if you were going to get an infection, it would generally occur within 48 hours, so I pushed for him to stay one more night.  That night passed without incident, and we were home Monday afternoon.



read parts 1 & 2 here – https://embracingtherollercoaster.wordpress.com/category/in-the-beginning