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Mission BHO (Bust Hubby Out)

The surgeon decided this morning that he wanted to try one more time to clamp my husband's chest tube before taking him to the operating room.  We are okay with that - but made for a very long and nerve racking day.

This afternoon I left to pick up the kids and bring them up to the hospital.  Before I was leaving it was clear that my husband was going to have a new roommate - so much for the quiet he was getting used to.

We got back to the hospital - and there in the bed next to him was the pneumonia man hacking up a lung and not covering his mouth.  We sat there listening to him in a coughing fit and then heard the pulmonologist talking to him about having pneumonia - that his red irritated eye could be pink eye - how she was going to give him more Tylenol to get his 103 degree temperature down and that he had something wrong that his ankles were swollen.

At this point I am furious.  The floor is pratically empty and you put someone with pneumonia in the same room as my husband who has a chest tube in for a collapsed lung.  The last thing my husband needs is to contract pneumonia.  So I go out to the nurses station and ask to speak with the nurse taking care of my husband (they switched shifts while I was getting the kids).  I proceed to ask why would they put someone with pneumonia who is coughing and not covering his mouth at all - in the same room as my husband and that I am very concerned about this given the fact that my husband has a chest tube and pneumonia is the last thing he needs.  She tells me not to worry about it - pneumonia is not contagious.  That's not entirely true - and why take the chance?

My first impression of her - Bitch.

Then we listened to the very loud guy and everyone that came to see him - who were also a very loud bunch - none of which seemed to care that there was someone else in the room and never mind the fact that he wasn't feeling well and had a terrible headache.

Then the fire alarm and lights start going off.  They are having a fire drill.  Lovely.  So let's close the door to the room for about 20 minutes and keep us in here with the hacking man who doesn't cover his mouth.  Oh joy.

And let's end the night with the nurse basically refusing to get me the results from my husband's chest xray before I leave - and instead tells me that we have to wait until tomorrow morning when we see the doctor.  What?  This chest xray is to make sure his lung isn't collapsing and you're telling me we have to wait until tomorrow?  This coming from the same woman who diluted my husband's pain medication and said that's the way she prefers to administer narcotics.  Huh?  You are supposed to flush his line.  Give the narcotic.  Flush his line.  Not mix the narcotic with the first flush - and then flush it again.  Technically she can't dilute it with what she did - but what the hell?  And don't you realize that if his lung is collapsing then the clamps need to come off?  She better pray that nothing happens to him tonight.  She better pray.

My husband was not happy at all when we left.

Wishing I could bust him out.  Praying I can bring him home tomorrow.  Today was Day 7.

"We feel free when we escape - even if it be but from the frying pan into the fire"

Eric Hoffer