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nevermind sifting
Jun. 23rd, 2006 11:45 pmWe got a phone call from the daughter of a patient in the room adjacent to my dad. We now know what happened to send my dad to the ER, but because of HIPAA, not through the official channels. We also know that the incident motivated the social worker to try very hard to move my dad. One possibility was the remote warehouse for rotting humans. Today we got better news. A doctor at a UC medical center has agreed to take my dad as a patient.
Does this mean admission to a hospital? We don't know yet, but we think so. No matter what this doctor can do, that would be the best news we could get. Why? Because the place where we all want my dad to go will take patients directly from a hospital, otherwise there is an interminable waiting list. It's a bureaucratic artifice, but we'll take it.
I was expecting to spend the next week shoveling things into a dumpster and carting books to internet purveyors of used tomes. Instead I may spend it conferring with a neurologist and preparing for long distance transport. The books can wait. The trash can wait. My dad needs to move to a place less than six hours away from the nearest relative.
The UC medical center is yet another hour away along routes which were once traveled only by outlaws. More than that, it's the route to Palomar Mountain. Perchance I'll find an excuse to stop in at the Hale telescope again.
Does this mean admission to a hospital? We don't know yet, but we think so. No matter what this doctor can do, that would be the best news we could get. Why? Because the place where we all want my dad to go will take patients directly from a hospital, otherwise there is an interminable waiting list. It's a bureaucratic artifice, but we'll take it.
I was expecting to spend the next week shoveling things into a dumpster and carting books to internet purveyors of used tomes. Instead I may spend it conferring with a neurologist and preparing for long distance transport. The books can wait. The trash can wait. My dad needs to move to a place less than six hours away from the nearest relative.
The UC medical center is yet another hour away along routes which were once traveled only by outlaws. More than that, it's the route to Palomar Mountain. Perchance I'll find an excuse to stop in at the Hale telescope again.
