It was a rough evening. K. got into it with her doctor, who decided that it would be a good idea to yell at the patient who was in a great deal of pain and hadn’t had a cigarette or any caffeine in over 24 hours. Not. Smart. I managed to find a reasonable person to talk to once I got to the hospital and calmed the situation down, and I also got K.’s primary care physician information to her so that she could get Ms. Horrible Bedside Manner off her case. The situation was quite tense for a while there, though.
Fortunately, she’s medicated again and (hopefully) resting now. She should be meeting with the surgeon tomorrow to find out what her options are.
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