Home from a week with my folks; Preferred Sibling’s wife has just started chemo, Local Sibling was away to meet a new grandchild. I took unpaid time off.
They sent dad home from the ER, Mom drove them home in the dark. Oy. Six hours later, she calls the ambulance again and this time the ER admits him. Profoundly anemic, probable return of the GI bleed. They decide he needs to be at the Big Hospital 40 miles away, but there is no bed. I arrive to help.
Another day , still no bed. And another.
Another day, the attending announces Dad is “stable” , they will discharge him and we should follow up by calling his GI doctor (who has seen him twice in all of 2022). I push back, incredulous. Well, the attending says, they can’t do anything and there are no beds so he has to go home.
Mom is confused. Dad is confused. I call many, many doctor offices. Why do specialists never coordinate care? I get nowhere. We ask for him to be considered for a bridge ward (basically inpatient pt) and the attending resentfully agrees; Dad qualifies (denies ever falling, fainting, or wobbling but flunks the eval spectacularly) . He is there now, but thinks he gets out tomorrow and so does Mom.
So a week later! His hematologist (who I called) says for god’s sake, somebody check his iron . We pass this on. Attending says that doctor has to call it in. That doctor says well he hasn’t seen dad so he can’t. I cry in the shower. Mom rages at me for many dumb reasons. Preferred sibling returns and talks to Mom at length about plans, her driving, etc.
And today, rather than have Local sibling take her to the hospital, she deliberately leaves early and drives herself. I can’t even with these two.
Hugs to everyone out here in the wilderness that is caregiving.