Prescription Musical Chairs

Deb came home from the hospital today.

One of the duties I next had to do was fill her discharge prescriptions. As with a lot of large hospitals now a days they sent the prescriptions to their hospital out patient pharmacy via the electronic messaging system for the hospital. They had all but one script.

Five pharmacies later we found one that had the drug but they could only fill 108 of the 150 tablets. I went over to pick it up. The pharmacists came out and said it was all ready to go but the nurse had given me the hospital in house prescription and it was not signed by the physician. I then drove across town, got it signed, and returned to the pharmacy.

When the pharmacists gave me the drug she said she was sorry but they could give me 65 of the 150. I would have to call the prescribing physician and get a second prescription for the remainder. She also said that all pharmacies would need at least 3 days to order the drug and I needed to plan for that with the next script.

But Deb is home and doing better good.

Deb's Surgery

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Deb was having a lot of increasing pain with the pain and some numbness going down her legs. After several MRIs and mylograms (a special CT with contrast that has been injected into the spinal cord through a spinal tap) it was decided that surgery may be the best course of action.

We know that surgery will not fix what is wrong - Deb has spondalosis. All we were hoping for is less pain and maybe she could do more.

She went into surgery at 12:30 and was in recovery at 4:30. Longer by 2 hours from what we had been told to expect. The doctor talked to me and said he stopped the surgery when he finished what was needed (one additional flexible vertebrae with a decompression). The surgery was 'complicated' and Deb was bleeding too much. She was given two units of blood when she got to her room. Of course she was not in her room until nearly 8:00.

We did all the pre-op last week and this week she went to surgery. Now they (the hospital) knew that she was going to be admitted since last week but was not actually admitted until she was ready to be released from recovery. Of course this meant no pain meds for over 2 hours. The nurses could not order it because the admission folks had not completed her admission therefore the pharmacy had no order.

Her pain meds did not work and her doctor ordered more. Her pain doctor saw her today and ordered additional 'enhancing' meds. Deb has been on pain meds for so long that they do not work like they would for you and me. The extra med seemed to work and she is finally sleeping - nearly 48 hours since her surgery.

She still has her IV, leg compressions, and catheters. No one has even mentioned going home. She was supposed to be up and walking and doing the 'daily tasks of life' by now. Seems no one read the doctors notes or the pre-op work up. They were not aware that she uses a wheelchair or a walker. She will start in-patient rehab sometime next week.

Deb has three complaints - yep the food is one of them. (It is pretty bad.) The rehab tech is another (she is a meanie, won't take no for an answer), and the nurses being so busy that they cannot delivery meds on time.

She does have a TV with the Hallmark channel. She would really be mad if she had to do without her Little House or Golden Girls.

"I love you Deb."
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I promise I won't fall asleep in school tomorrow.

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I can never retire

At a lunch meeting today the speaker was talking about the new employment laws and how the aging boomer workforce will be impacted by those laws.

(Yawn).

Without missing a beat he started talking about how this aging work force cannot retire because either they lost their savings in the down market, never put anything in the market to loose, or have adult children sucking the life blood out of them.

(Delayed laughter that got louder.)

"And I can tell from your response that you understand the situation."

He never cracked a smile or changed his laywerly demeanor.
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The Beatles are overrated!

Yes that's right - The Beatles are overrated!

And now that Rock Band has released the Beatles module the radio stations are again playing Beatles. Ahhhhhhh!!

Yes they were popular when I was growing up but I never liked them - not then and not now.

I don't care about Abbey Lane, or Maxwell, Prudence, or Sergeant Pepper (he was not a real Sergeant and I don't think he even was a real pepper). I didn't care then or care now if the album was Blue, Red, or White. I never dated a girl from Russian, or anyone named Eleanor or Madonna.

Give me Doors, Savoy Brown, Steppenwolf, Led Zeppelin, Mother's of Invention (remember Frank?), Cream. I was into the Hendrix Experience and Uriah Heep.

Loud, in stereo of course, and with headphones (if you had them.)

Don't ask why - Just thank Him

It is always man who seems to ask why, we want answers, explanations. It is not enough to accept things as the are, to just realize that they happen because He is aware of you, He knows what you need.

We are told to knock, ask, and receive. Of course we have to make the effort; we must knock.

Small voices, counsel of friends, comments seemingly unconnected to our needs spoken by people we do not know.

But we always want to find a non spiritual answer to things. I wonder if Job or Enoch or any of the Old Testament prophets ever had to worry about explanations. If they had the knowledge of modern man, would it have clouded and interfereed with the mystery of God? If, today, we had angels appear to us and teach us would we be as reluctant to believe? Would our modern lives reject the visits? Would we even recognize the visit? Would we hear the still small voice. ?

Are we so busy avoiding the wind, watching the earthquake, and worrying about the fire that we miss the voice?

I wonder sometimes. I worry that I am not listening. I worry that He does not talk to me.
Maybe I should be more worried about why I think this way because I know He talks.

(I wonder how much I have missed.)

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