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Karen tells us how crappy chemo is, and we tell her how uncrappy she is.

Monday, September 13, 2004

You Might Be in a Redneck Hospital...

This is an Elizabethan entry. (I love it that my name is also an adjective.)

Mom has been having some minor troubles with her portocath, and this weekend it got infected. So the nice folks at the chemo clinic scheduled an appointment for her at Wilson Memorial, so that the surgeon who put it in could have a look at it.

The main problem was that some sutures were poking out of the skin and acting as a conduit for infection. Since everyone knows that you put antibiotic ointment on infections, that's what mom did. After all, we wouldn't want it to get any worse before the doctors could look at it on Monday. The ointment worked and it started to heal, but naturally we kept the appointment.

We checked in about 8:30. The receptionist asked the reason for the visit, and my mom said she was having a problem with her sutures. The doctor looked at the portocath, and scheduled some blood work.

While she was waiting in line to have her blood drawn, Mom looked over the insurance papers. Under diagnosis, someone had neatly typed, "Suchers."

If you're getting "suchers" you might be in a redneck hospital.

Oh, and to tie things up neatly, the portocath seems fine now. They said if it gets infected again, we should not put antibiotic ointment on it but should see the doctor right away instead.

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