A little late.....
Just haven't had the time/mindset to post this until now....
My parents are down in West Virginia visiting with my maternal grandmother. Monday afternoon at 3:30 my father borrowed a 4 wheeled ATV ("4 wheeler") from one my my cousins and went riding "up the hollar." Well, it seems that a branch caught on the accelerator, causing him to lose control and roll it. At 5:00 my mother started to think that he should have been back by then and sent another cousin on another "4 wheeler" to find him. When found, he had walked back a mile from where he had wrecked because he was concerned that he would not be found before dark. He was taken to that hospital (Summersville Memorial, the one that has misdiagnosed family members before, leading to their deaths), where it was determined that he had broken 7 of the 10 ribs on his left side, and his big toe. Fortunately, it appears that there was no major internal bleeding. Needless to say, he is in a boatload of pain and will take quite some time to heal. They have him on some fairly strong pain killers. (No, I don't know which ones.)
Today, he was to have a CaT scan at 10 am. This means he was not allowed to eat, which also means he was unable to take his medications. 10am rolls around and they show up, saying that something came up on his kidney function test, so they would have to do some bloodwork before they could give him the CaT scan. One hour later the bloodwork comes back OK, and they say someone will be up to get him for the scan in "5 minutes." (Initiate normal behavior for that place.) 1pm rolls around. Yes, 2 hours after someone was supposed to be there to take him to the CaT scan. Mom, of the frayed nerves and strong arm, walks out and chews off the head of the nurse at the nurse's station. The nurse calls to find out where the doctor is, and is told they are in a meeting. Mother carefully explains that Dad has not eaten or be able to take his medications all day. By the time Mom gets back to Dad's room, the staff is there taking him to the CaT scan, then quickly giving him his food and medications when he gets back. (This is not uncommon. Mother can be very motivating.) The scans are being sent to Charleston to be read, which is good, since no one in my family trusts Summersville Memorial to be more than an urgent care, really.
Dad was able to lift his arm a bit today, and the doctor's say they will have him up and walking tomorrow, even though it will hurt ALOT.
My parents are down in West Virginia visiting with my maternal grandmother. Monday afternoon at 3:30 my father borrowed a 4 wheeled ATV ("4 wheeler") from one my my cousins and went riding "up the hollar." Well, it seems that a branch caught on the accelerator, causing him to lose control and roll it. At 5:00 my mother started to think that he should have been back by then and sent another cousin on another "4 wheeler" to find him. When found, he had walked back a mile from where he had wrecked because he was concerned that he would not be found before dark. He was taken to that hospital (Summersville Memorial, the one that has misdiagnosed family members before, leading to their deaths), where it was determined that he had broken 7 of the 10 ribs on his left side, and his big toe. Fortunately, it appears that there was no major internal bleeding. Needless to say, he is in a boatload of pain and will take quite some time to heal. They have him on some fairly strong pain killers. (No, I don't know which ones.)
Today, he was to have a CaT scan at 10 am. This means he was not allowed to eat, which also means he was unable to take his medications. 10am rolls around and they show up, saying that something came up on his kidney function test, so they would have to do some bloodwork before they could give him the CaT scan. One hour later the bloodwork comes back OK, and they say someone will be up to get him for the scan in "5 minutes." (Initiate normal behavior for that place.) 1pm rolls around. Yes, 2 hours after someone was supposed to be there to take him to the CaT scan. Mom, of the frayed nerves and strong arm, walks out and chews off the head of the nurse at the nurse's station. The nurse calls to find out where the doctor is, and is told they are in a meeting. Mother carefully explains that Dad has not eaten or be able to take his medications all day. By the time Mom gets back to Dad's room, the staff is there taking him to the CaT scan, then quickly giving him his food and medications when he gets back. (This is not uncommon. Mother can be very motivating.) The scans are being sent to Charleston to be read, which is good, since no one in my family trusts Summersville Memorial to be more than an urgent care, really.
Dad was able to lift his arm a bit today, and the doctor's say they will have him up and walking tomorrow, even though it will hurt ALOT.