I'd better keep this short so that I don't type things I might or might not regret, but I am one pissed-off SuperMom. I got a call from a home health agency who had received orders earlier today to set us up with home tube feeds BEFORE we had talked with the doctors about even having the damn surgery OR being discharged. How f'ing backwards is THAT? We find out about a plan of care - including surgery - from the insurance person at the medical supply/home health office? NOT COOL. Since then, we talked with a resident and a very scared intern (who then dropped a prescription for another patient in our room - oops) but are still waiting to talk to the attending and it's 4:24 on the Friday of a holiday weekend. And apparently surgery is coming to consult as well, supposedly also today. Not that we've actually decided even TO HAVE surgery yet or anything.
I. Am. Mad. And I've got to say, I'm tempted to contact our buddy from last week's conference - the hospital CEO.