What every person ought to know before they become hospitalized.
I’ve noticed that since I wrote the last installment I’ve felt like writing again, and about more than what happened to my son and my family this past summer. I’m getting ideas and concepts about projects I want to tackle that don’t involve my home. On one hand, these are good signs. They mean I’ve done what’s necessary to put closure on recent history, called enough energy back into myself to be able to think about launching something new. On the other hand, it plays right into one of my (many) character flaws — that of not finishing what I start. That’s something I don’t want to carry into my new life, so I’m going to finish these last two chapters and put that part of my life to rest, too.
If I’m proud of anything that transpired this summer, it is the way my son has grown through it all. The boy who ended up inside the bedrails June 1st 2005 was not the same young man who emerged from them on August 8th. He’d gone from being a patient to being a person, from a victim to a victor — as corny as it may sound, it’s true. The path from the latter to the former had to be carefully navigated; a mis-step at any time could have landed him in either the morgue or the Home for the Perpetually Disabled. What’s more, it wasn’t easy — the easy route would have been to continue to be a “good boy” and let the nice hospital professionals do their jobs, undeterred by pesky patient intervention. It took spine and guts to stand up for himself and be his own best advocate — not to mention a willingness to listen to all sides, and to ask questions until an answer was received.
Here’s a list of some of the steps he took, and things he learned in order to emerge from his ordeal successfully:
The log should also record diagnostic procedures that are ordered and the dates and times they are completed. Again, the number of duplicate (or mistaken) X-rays and MRIs and CT scans that were ordered in my son’s case were stopped completely once he and I started keeping a log.
Hospitals and health care have changed a lot in the last few decades, like everything else. From the experiences we’ve had, I can’t honestly say it’s all been for the best. Knowing what I listed above would certainly have saved us all a lot of anguish and sleepless nights, and perhaps would have helped us feel less trapped by a system that has become less concerned about the health of human beings and more concerned about the health of the corporate bottom line.
It’s also true that the inhumanity of the system has allowed what’s best in human beings to shine. It’s what I’d like to take away from this experience, and how I’ll be concluding this tale, next time.
The sixth in an ongoing series of attempts for the author to make sense of the expensive, inefficient, and nightmarish health care system, and her family’s experiences while trapped in it.
Quote of the Day: The mystery of life is not a problem to be solved but a reality to be experienced. –Aart Van Der Leeuw
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