coming up on seven months now…
last week, we checked my grandfather out of the hospital. Greene Memorial Hospital is the worst, most fucked up hospital on Earth. and it’s creepy, too.
there might be legal action. the very least, however, will be nasty, threatening letters.
here’s what happened: my grandfather’s doctor and/or his staff was keeping him from getting treatment he needed. every 6 months or so, he has his throat dilated. it occured to us that HEY maybe dilating his throat might help him swallow and potentially get him off the feeding tube (he currently weighs about 115 lbs, he’s just skin & bone). but the doctor who does this was actually turned away on at least 2 occasions, plus appointments have been mysteriously canceled, and had to be rescheduled numerous times.
all, apparently, because it is strictly an outpatient procedure. and we, the family, had to find out through sheer chance. my dad, apparently, had a bit of a flip-out on the staff. i believe he threatened to bust some lips open. good.
so this Insidious Doctor Taylor says that he’ll only release him to Greene Oaks, the place where my grandfather was found on the floor at least twice, where he fractured his ankle, and where a recent outbreak of pneumonia killed his roommate and sent him back to hospital.
er… no, doctor. that’s a negatory.
I.D.T. says that if we place him somewhere outside of the Greene system, he’ll refuse to be his doctor.
er, um… BALEETED!!
of course, that does leave us somewhat in the fairly untenable position of drifting through space.
