WE ARE HOME!!!!!
He was released this morning. I timed his leaving to coinside with a pain pill. That gave me 4 hours to get him in the car, drive back to our little town, get prescription filled and get home.
Y'all know that it didn't happen like that, right?
Got to pharmacy and doctor had dated the pain prescription for FIVE DAYS from now! Of course the pharmacy wouldn't fill it. I called the hospital, the cardiac care unit and spoke with the nurse. I related the problem to her and she promised to call me back, which she did.
The upshot was that we had to go back to Tyler, to the surgeon's office for a new prescription. Really. Couldn't fax a new prescription because it was a narcotic. Couldn't call it in either. No...... got to go get another one.
My husband was sitting in the back seat clutching his red heart pillow to his chest. (If he sat in the front seat and we had a wreck, the air bag deployment would bust his chest open and probably kill him.) I was in momma tiger mode by this time. The clock was ticking on his next dose.
By the time we got to Drs office, he had to use the bathroom. So I assisted him to get that done, then sat him in the waiting room. The young lady at the counter informed me the surgeon was on surgery. Naturally. She took the prescription to another doctor, then brought it back to me. The other doctor had written over the 9, making it a 4.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? THE PHARMACY WILL THINK I SAT OUT IN THE PARKING LOT AND CHANGED THE DATE MYSELF!!! I am not accepting this, have the doctor write a new prescription.
Young lady, Dr Phillips is not your husbands doctor and he can't write a new prescription. But you can wait on Dr Lee.
NO! By that time, my husband is going to be having a heart attack because he'll be in so much pain.
Young lady, well, if they won't accept this prescription, then you can come back and we'll write a prescription for something else.
NO! I'm not driving all the way home and coming back for another prescription. My husband will be in pain. I'm not doing that.
Young lady, made helpful noises and disappeared. Came back after a bit and told me that she called the pharmacy, explained the changed date, had the doctor that wasn't my husband's doctor, initial the correction, and the pharmacy would accept it. FINALLY!
Went back yo pharmacy, they filled it pronto and I immediately gave mu husband his pain pill.
We went home.
Y'all will be very proud of me because as upset as I was, I still managed to be polite. Firm. Insistent. But polite. My husband marveled at my self control. His pain pill was 30 minutes late. If I hadn't been able to get the prescription problem solved, somebody or a bunch of somebody's would have been mighty unhappy when I unleashed the fury of a devoted wife all over them.
Recovery will be a long slow process, but we'll get it done together.