Monday morning early we were on our way to Billings and our family physician’s office–the Cowboy wasn’t feeling well. Things went significantly downhill and we ended up in the ER of a Billings hospital in the middle of a pandemic! Luckily we were the only people in the check in area, they let me hang out with him in the ER for several hours while getting his pain under control, getting blood work drawn and having a CT scan. The ER doctor called it before he had even examined the Cowboy–probable kidney stone–and he was right. It’s an enormous kidney stone and has caused other significant issues during its course of development.
I had to leave him at the hospital which about sent me over the edge–they do not allow any family or friends to visit the patients on the floors. Tuesday afternoon late he had a surgical procedure to insert a stent and was amazed at how much better he felt following that procedure.
Wednesday morning I retrieved him and we are at home and glad to be here!
While awaiting phone calls from doctors and nurses which never came on Tuesday I spent the day cleaning. Late in the afternoon the FedEx man brought us our new living room rug. The old rug was 18 years old and it was time for a change. The new one brightened our room significantly. In the photo it looks wrinkly–the unfold directions said those wrinkles would go away with time–they have all ready lessened.
Let’s talk about those phone calls that never came. The Covid crisis has changed a lot of things in our lives and one of the most significant to me is the banning of families from hospitals. It broke my heart to leave the Cowboy in Billings by himself. And if he had not been so aware and able to talk to me via cellphone I would have been dancing on some heads! Unacceptable to not receive one phone call from anyone to tell me how he was doing, what the plans were, nothing. After the surgery the recovery room nurse did call me and I told her over and over again how much I appreciated her call–she was surprised to hear that her call had been the only one. When we see the surgeon in two weeks he will get an earful. And I am calling the patient care advocate at the hospital. Unacceptable.
And let’s talk about being made to feel like a criminal because you are filling a prescription for pain pills. Restricting access to narcotics has done absolutely nothing to help drug abuse. People who want to abuse drugs will always find a way and something to abuse. Taking the medications away from people who need them is wrong and cruel. I had to wait for the Cowboy’s prescriptions in Costco and once they were finally ready I was told I needed my driver’s license in order to obtain the narcotics. During this stupid Covid crisis I don’t take anything inside stores except my list and my credit card. I had to go back to the car and retrieve my driver’s license. To say I was angry was a vast understatement!
The Cowboy is so thankful to be home and I am so thankful to have him here. Emmi is thankful too!