Discharged
At last we had made it to Monday! We were getting stuff ready to go home, I was packing up all my stuff, getting Mikes stuff together, we were ready to go home. he nurse came in and said that we had to wait to be seen by the doctor for final discharge. Well damn, we thought we were getting up and would be on our way, that is what we were led to believe the day before. Anyway, we waited for the doctor to come in, I mean what can you really do, nothing! We waited for what seemed like forever for someone to come in, well not just one person came in, an entire group of doctors came in! I was like what in the hell is happening? Why were there so many doctors?? This lady introduced herself, after she gave her name she informed us that she was from the Palliative Care Team, I instantly lost it, I started crying like a blubbering maniac, I thought Mike was dying! To me, Palliative Care meant dying. Mike was very upset also, we were not told that we would be speaking with these people, and why were we talking to them? She told us that the entourage she had with her were medical students that were there to observe, if Mike was ok with it. Now, mind you Mike was writing on the board, he could not speak, I am not sure what happened but he was pissed and out of nowhere yelled, Everyone get the F*** (I will let you fill in that blank) out except for YOU and he pointed to the doctor that had introduced herself. She quickly made everyone leave, you guys that was a lot, having so many people in the room, there were at least 10 besides the doctor and everyone staring at you, IT WAS A LOT!
She handed me a tissue and ask why I got so upset, I looked right at her and said, “is Mike dying?” she was like, no he is not. I told her that to me Palliative Care meant you were dying, Mike wrote the same thing on the white board, I mean my husband was thinking he was dying! She apologized, she thought that we were told that they were coming in, we had no clue! She went on to explain they were there for pain management, Mike needed more pain medicine to keep him comfortable through his remaining treatment. After hearing her explanation that she gave, Mike and I relaxed enough to continue listening to her.
When Life Gives You Lemons…Make Lemonade or Margaritas, whichever suits your fancy!