That darned bedsore
Got to see the wound care Doctor today.
I don't know if I mentioned that the docs from the emergency room said that mom's bedsore "wasn't that bad". Well, according to the wound doctor, it is bad. It's actually bigger underneath the skin that it looks. Yikes.
I've been working, so I had not seen it for a couple months. It's way bigger than last time. And a bit smelly. Actually, the smell was not that bad. I've smelled worse with some of the animals. Ha! Either that, or my smeller really has died. (I had a really bad sinus infection in early 2007, and my sense of smell is not what it was before.)
So they took cultures, and sent an order to the lab for an x-ray and possibly a bone scan. (Doc wants to make sure that the bone is not infected.) So now we have to try to schedule a van again.
Had fun with the van company before the appointment. (Which we really didn't make, but they weren't overbooked, so they were able to work Mom in.) I'm pretty sure I remember my dad saying that her appointment was at 1pm, so we needed the van at least an hour before.
At 12 noon we were waiting around for the van. My dad had called a few times and got the answering machine. When he finally gets to talk to the Head Cheese, he finds out that the van won't be there until 1pm.
Sigh. Cue frantic calling to the wound care office to see if the doctor will be able to see mom or not. (Thankfully their schedule wasn't busy, so they could work her in.)
I know my dad had called them way back when we were trying to find transit for this appointment, and they were very lax about returning calls. Whereas the transit service company my dad usually uses always calls back, even if only to say that they don't have a van available for that day.
I think my dad needs to just break down and buy a wheelchair van.
I don't know if I mentioned that the docs from the emergency room said that mom's bedsore "wasn't that bad". Well, according to the wound doctor, it is bad. It's actually bigger underneath the skin that it looks. Yikes.
I've been working, so I had not seen it for a couple months. It's way bigger than last time. And a bit smelly. Actually, the smell was not that bad. I've smelled worse with some of the animals. Ha! Either that, or my smeller really has died. (I had a really bad sinus infection in early 2007, and my sense of smell is not what it was before.)
So they took cultures, and sent an order to the lab for an x-ray and possibly a bone scan. (Doc wants to make sure that the bone is not infected.) So now we have to try to schedule a van again.
Had fun with the van company before the appointment. (Which we really didn't make, but they weren't overbooked, so they were able to work Mom in.) I'm pretty sure I remember my dad saying that her appointment was at 1pm, so we needed the van at least an hour before.
At 12 noon we were waiting around for the van. My dad had called a few times and got the answering machine. When he finally gets to talk to the Head Cheese, he finds out that the van won't be there until 1pm.
Sigh. Cue frantic calling to the wound care office to see if the doctor will be able to see mom or not. (Thankfully their schedule wasn't busy, so they could work her in.)
I know my dad had called them way back when we were trying to find transit for this appointment, and they were very lax about returning calls. Whereas the transit service company my dad usually uses always calls back, even if only to say that they don't have a van available for that day.
I think my dad needs to just break down and buy a wheelchair van.