The light at the end of the tunnel was a train. Big time not good.
This afternoon the plastic surgeon said “Who do you want for your ID Doc?” Carlton hadn’t a clue as to what she was saying. She explained that SHE was a surgeon and HE had a serious blood infection and an infectious disease specialist was required. Well, it just so happened that I did know a darn good ID Doc. We trotted up to his office. This doctor is sort of different. He has no staff. Zero. So, when he came out to get his next patient, he said to wait until he had a break. In about 30 minutes he had an empty waiting room. He called the nurse in wound care. And with in 15 minutes we are trotting over to admitting to wait for an empty hospital bed.
Got Carlton installed in his room. Got him some supper. Tried make him feel less scared. He has completely lost faith in the “medical profession”. I hope the ID Doc can stop the train and get Carlton on a course to recovery.
Carlton kept trying to get me to “go home”. I can get home as late as 12:30AM on the bus. But, he wanted me to leave. So, at 7:45PM I left him. And went to the bus stop. Alone.
Dad had a lot of problems with the hospitals and lost all faith in medical practice too. It’s shit but the medical teams now day are terrible.
I think that Carlton and your Dad have a lot in common and I sure understand more what you and especially Ronda have been dealing with. And, we are a lot closer to the hospital/doctors which makes it easier.
Thanks, Peg, for keeping Carlton’s many friends informed. Please remember to take care of Peg also.