Thursday, June 4, 2009

Checked In.

Morning comes and its time to move to a new room. A private room, yeah! So, roll along to get settled and check it out. A private bath (very good), free TV for some reason (good again), room for visitors and a white board on the wall that tells you the name of your nurse and your whereabouts in the hospital. Mine happens to be Palliative Care! Yes, where people go when they are going to die! Next thought omg there IS something really wrong with me?! panic now..... Along comes the nurse who introduces herself, administers pain meds and explains the room situation seeing the panicked look on our faces. (me and hubby that would be). Satisfaction looms on my face either from the nurse's explanation or the needle of morphine but everything is OK now.

Time to meet the Doctor number one. Number one, you ask? Yep. The nurse explained that my Dr. is on a special rotation where she and other Dr.s take turns doing hospital rounds by the week. So happens that my Dr. is not on this week and Doctor number one, or Dr. Ann lets call her, is "filling in" this week. That is interesting.

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So we meet Dr. Ann who is always in a hurry to get out of the room. It’s like she will catch something from you any minute. Comforting quality! Dr. Ann was suggesting more blood work to watch the haemoglobin and I think coordinating the consultation with the Internal Specialist. She came in about twice, maybe three times, that week and she would mention some of the blood work results very quickly in no less than 35 letter words and then resort to the running thing again. Finally I asked Hubby to coordinate his stay with the exact time she would be there so that he would understand what I was talking about and that it was not just the morphine thinking for me. Eventually he had to stand between the Doc and the door to get her to stay long enough for a question. When she spieled out the 35 letter words he said, “You know that we do not understand the terminology you are using so why not just spell it out to us in everyday English!” I think my jaw dropped on the floor but we did get some explanations. She was mostly concerned about the haemoglobin which kept falling as the week went on and talked about the possibilities of blood transfusion which we were all trying hard to avoid. So there it was. Stay tuned……


  1. So frustrating....your journey must be a maddening one! Thinking of you....

  2. Good for Peter! What kind of doctor won't answer questions or speak in English?


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