Disaster Averted....for now

Laura started calling Dr. M's office yesterday about Nana's midodrine prescription.  They called her back today, and, after speaking with Laura, Dr. M. called the prescription into The Pharmacy.  The Pharmacy at first said "No," but Dr. M can be very persuasive when necessary.

Laura went over about 5:45pm to pick up the prescription!  And we can get this prescription refilled twice!  Praise God!  This will allow Nana's blood pressure to be at a level where her kidneys will function (albeit at a lower-than-normal efficiency).

Now we won't have to fight this battle again for 90 days.  Sorry for the lousy cell phone shot...it was the quickest way to get a photo online.

All in all, Nana had a good day.  She had a visit from the nurse's aid, some friends came by to visit, and even our Pastor stopped by.  We're currently playing musical beds in prep for the hospice to deliver a hospital bed tomorrow.

Nana is Home!

Nana was released from the hospital today.  Laura brought her home this afternoon, and it was so much easier than the last time.  Nana had no trouble walking from her car to the house, as we still have the oxygen concentrator.  We had a good evening together.

Laura still has to get some of Nana's medication from The Pharmacy.  The pharmacy called because some of the medications were tagged as allergic, so we still have to figure that out.  The pharmacy spoke with Dr. M, and Nana will be seeing him next week.  There's a bit of confusion about when the appointment is, but that'll be easy to figure out Monday morning.

One thing that's a bit of a concern is one of Nana's incisions is seeping clear fluid.  It seems like walking around encourages this.  It's more of an annoyance than anything, but Laura's keeping an eye on things.

Nana's heart rhythm is still normal.  We're hoping that the a-fib rhythm is a thing of the past.

Pharmacy wrestling match

Laura has been trying to get all of Nana's prescriptions from her latest hospital stay filled.  The pharmacy had a problem with the prescriptions.  It apparently isn't on the correct form.  Since one of the medicines was for a substance that keeps platelets from sticking to and building up around Nana's stent, Mama Bear mode kicked in about .02 seconds later (oh, that poor pharmacist). My sweet wife started reciting the list of who to contact at what hospital and here's everyone's phone numbers and call me when you get it figured out.

She went to pick up all of the prescriptions later that day.  On a Sunday.  Don't mess with Mama Bear. :-)

Apparently there's slightly more to this story:  When the pharmacist called to the hospital to verify with Dr. W, all the pharmacist wanted was Dr. W's FAX number.  The hospital was unwilling to provide that information, but they did provide Dr. W's personal cell number.  Which the pharmacist called and spoke with Dr. W. on a Sunday.  Twice.