Back to work…

I didn’t expect to return to work today. Val was scheduled for her second spinal block and I took her to Beaufort County Hospital and intended to wait while she had the procedure done. It’s a horrid invasive surgical procedure, a cervical spinal block. The anesthesiologist gives Val a local anesthetic before he inserts a needle into her neck but not over-all sedation. Eastern Radiology did her first series of epidurals and they gave her a couple valium pre-surgery. Not at BCH. So it takes Val a bit to prepare herself for the pain… concentration to lower her blood pressure, mental prep, that kind of thing.

So we arrived a few minutes before the appointment time written on her radiology sheet from two weeks previous. Walked to the front “desk” and waited for admissions to call us in for the proper paperwork to take to radiology. We waited. We sat there and sat there. Uncomfortable chairs for me to sit in and I suspect unbelievably painful for Val. Almost an hour later, she’s called back to admitting. The woman working the desk can’t find her in the system. Val told her that two weeks ago, it took almost half an hour to find her appointment on the computer because radiology spelled her name so incorrectly that it was unrecognizable to the admitting clerk. The clerk called radiology to find out what to do with me. Radiology employee talked a bit, then the clerk said, “Do you want to talk to her?” At which time, Val said, she took the phone and she thinks she spoke to Jenny (she was too upset to remember) who said to her, “The doctor has gone home. It’s 2:30. You’re too late. Have you been sitting in the admissions lobby all this time?” Val said the woman had quite a superior tone to her voice. Val replied, “I’ve been in the lobby since 1:45.” Radiology said, “Your appointment was at 1:30 and you were supposed to come straight back here, we already have your paperwork.” Val: “No, it was at 1:45, I’m looking at the time right here on the sheet you gave me two weeks ago. No where does it say to walk straight back to radiology and skip admissions. No one TOLD me to come straight back to radiology.”

“Well… the doctor’s gone home. You’re too late. When can you come back?”

Val started to rev up her indignation engine. “My husband took time off from work to bring me here and wait for me so he could drive me home. You’re telling me I have to come back? I have to come back because YOU did not take the time to tell me how to check in? YOU did not check with admissions or try to call me when I didn’t show up? YOU SENT the DOCTOR HOME?”

“Yes. You’re too late. What day can you come back so we can reschedule? Is Thursday all right?”

This wouldn’t be so upsetting if the procedure wasn’t so terribly painful. I watched Val squirm and wriggle, trying to get comfortable, in those waiting room chairs. Watched her for 45 minutes. I can’t stand it when my wife is in pain. When her discomfort and fear is visible.

She’s comfortable now, upstairs snuggled on our old leather couch with an Elizabeth George mystery and a cup of tea. So, I’m going back to work.

Beaufort County Hospital radiology department staff? This is inexcusable. Get off your ass and check on people. If an out-patient isn’t in the radiology waiting room, perhaps you could lift a hand and call the admission’s desk. Or better yet — it’s a walk of maybe 100 feet. One hundred feet down a hallway, straight down — you don’t even have to turn a corner. Stop gossping about whether or not your kids play softball. Washington, NC patients deserve better care and compassion than what you exhibited this afternoon. Shame on you.

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