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Saturday afternoon my family was told that we should take my grandmother home from the hospital. "There's nothing more we can do for her," said her doctor. "Take her home, take her off her meds, and give her morphine." Take her home and let her die.
Bastard.
At 8:30 PM another doctor called us. "We've found evidence of a bacterial infection. It might be what's causing her symptoms. Can you bring her back in?"
By 9 PM my grandmother was getting hooked up to an antibiotic IV. Her temperature was 104 degrees. The doctor who called us saved her life.
The doctor who sent us home almost killed her. Wrote her off because she's 85 years old and we were bothering him. Over a bacterial infection, something that's curable by the green stuff that grows on old bread.
Bastard.
Bastard.
At 8:30 PM another doctor called us. "We've found evidence of a bacterial infection. It might be what's causing her symptoms. Can you bring her back in?"
By 9 PM my grandmother was getting hooked up to an antibiotic IV. Her temperature was 104 degrees. The doctor who called us saved her life.
The doctor who sent us home almost killed her. Wrote her off because she's 85 years old and we were bothering him. Over a bacterial infection, something that's curable by the green stuff that grows on old bread.
Bastard.