Clearly my mom was discharged too soon. Any rational human being could see it was sketchy. Hmmmm. 81 years old. Brain surgery. Fall risk. Yeah, let’s send her home with her daughter who is not a medical professional of any sort. And let’s skip physical and occupational therapy, AND rehab. Let’s also not give any decent instructions or in home care. She can’t sit up, stand up or walk? No problem. What a disgrace. Modern medical care my ass!

So after watching her get weaker and more lethargic with every hour, not to mention the nausea, vomiting and lack of appetite, and with a couple of friends who are medical professionals, who were as horrified with the situation as I was, I finally called 911 (around8:30) and we went back to the ER…

Here are some of the things I learned:           If you don’t have someone looking out for you, you are screwed.                                     If you say you’d like to speak to a patient advocate, they pay attention.                         When you start to lose your cool, you scare them.                                                        This is not a popularity contest, if you’re angry, let someone or everyone know, they don’t want to be on your shit list.          Lack of sleep does bad things to your well being.                                                                 Contrary to what neurosurgeons think, they are not gods, nor are they perfect, and while they may be very good at surgery, they can be clueless, arrogant, inconsiderate asses.

At 3 a.m. she was ready to go to a room (851) and I went home for some sleep. As soon as I get a shower and some food I will head back and give updates.