As most of you probably know, Savannah Sly flew into Boise last Tuesday, and I drove over from Pocatello (where Jae was hospitalized for the past month) to pick her up. On Wednesday morning we set out for Seattle and made good time; Jae slept in the back seat for the first half of the trip, and though she was much more wakeful on the second half (despite liberally-applied tranquilizers) Savannah was still able to keep her from getting too upset until we were crossing the Cascades, and then it was just a matter of time. After a night at home, we took her into the hospital where we were told she had an appointment for her condition to be assessed for further rehabilitation; unfortunately, there is apparently a bed crunch going on in Seattle right now and we’ve been in limbo ever since. Yes, you heard that correctly: she’s been kept in a room in the emergency department since Thursday, receiving medication and general care but no proper neurological rehab for her injury. I’m really hoping that by the time you read this that situation will have changed, and she will have been properly admitted to the correct clinic; however, I’m not at all hopeful about it. All in all, I’m pretty disgusted by the whole situation, which seems to have been created by lawyers inserting themselves into the doctor-patient relationship; everyone agrees that this hospital system is one of the best in the country for brain injuries, but bureaucrats have made getting anyone into it a nightmare unless they happen to be taken directly here after the accident. And since Jae had her accident in Idaho rather than the Seattle area, we’re stuck in this asinine queue for an indeterminate amount of time. Once she’s in the program, we can look forward to her getting top-notch care. But until then, I’m more stressed out about the situation than I have been for weeks. Let’s just hope I have much better news for you next week.
Diary #273
September 22, 2015 by Maggie McNeill
Bed problems are all to common in the NHS here; people lined up on “trolleys” (gurneys) in cupboards and corridors. It’s just awful for everyone. I do hope that you can get this sorted.
I had surgery on 9/11/2001 and woke up to the Twin Towers having been struck. My surgery was at 8:30…but the hospital had no beds so I spent the day in recovery trying to find out what was going on. Finally a nurse brought in a radio for us. How can you schedule someone to surgery if you don’t have a bed for them???
But I was lucky…they put me in the only bed they had, a VIP room.
Hang in there Maggie and Jae. It WILL get better.