Discharged with an appointment date

The one joy of  being a patient on pass is that I don't have to buy my own antibiotics, the hospital still has to supply them for me.  Woohoo!  The downside to this, I have to report to the hospital every day to get another 24 hours worth of drugs.  Sigh.  Wednesday, it took an hour to get my drugs - at first my allocated nurse ignored me, and after 40 minutes I asked for her to be called again, and she confessed she didn't realize she was my nurse, which is why she didn't come back originally.  What an idiot. 

Thursday, I was prepared to be there an hour again - just to be on the safe side. But this time I had the nurse in charge on my case, trying to sort out what was happening with my transfer to the city.  I was just about to leave, with my daily supply in my hot little hands, when a phone call from the institute came through.  They had decided to not bring me as an inpatient, and had an appointment time to show up as an outpatient - November 14th.  Cue panic attack....

I waited back in my room for my doctor to come up - he said he'd be 5 minutes.  Now as a nurse, I know full well that 5 minutes means "I'll be there before I go to bed tonight".  As a patient, for some reason I honestly expected that 5 minutes meant "I'm actually just coming down the hall as we speak".  Silly me....

He finally showed up an hour and half later, and was a god send dealing with my neurotic crisis.  He assured me that waiting another 2 weeks to be seen wasn't going to change my prognosis, my cancer would not grow in 2 weeks, in fact, 2 weeks is pretty quick compared to how long some people have to wait to be seen!  He then proceeded to tell me that the best thing is to go home and rest - I was going to need all the energy I could get coming up. And no, I could NOT come back to work. Just rest, rest, rest and DON'T stress, because stress hormones feed the cancer cells.  Thanks - now i'll be stressing about trying not to stress!  He then changed my antibiotics, and discharged me, and sent me on my way.  As a bonus prize - he also gave me his cell phone number and made me promise to call day or night with any questions or concerns.

Oh - odd thing.  When I got to the surgery unit, I was admiring some lovely flowers sitting on the desk. The unit clerk said "They're yours", and i said 'oh no, i was just looking at them'.  She replied, 'no, i meant they are for you - someone sent them for you'.  Huh??  So I checked out the card - it was some local church saying they were praying for me, and thinking of me at this time.  HUH???  Who are they? And how did they hear about my problems? This place is just too weird.

I loved the flowers though - but between my allergies and my daughters allergies, I kindly donated them to the nursing staff.

And so now, the waiting begins...roll on the 14th!