Webkittyn's being home is rather...interesting. The drugs are having a psychotropic effect on her. So far, she's gained latent fears in things from death to the rain outside. She's hallucinated about horror films that don't exist to band lyrics that never were. We were, for a time, contemplating admitting her into another hospital.
We're starting to believe the Kingston hospital is nothing but a mother fuck. They sent Webkittyn home with no solution yet as to what's wrong with her. After 9 weeks, a complication that kept her dad out of physical rehab still hasn't been resolved, but they chose to send him back to rehab with the problem still ongoing.
Nice.
I wish Johnnie Cochran was still alive. I thought hospitals were supposed to cure people. Where's Dr. House when you need him?
Now here's where the rain begins to pour. I was supposed to go to a meeting then take my mom to the doctor with my brother on Wednesday. No can do. "Why" you may ask? It seems (and this is the reason why I hate them) the Trackers automatic transmission is stuck in first gear and would implode were I to drive it the 90 miles home. People wonder why I only like manual transmissions? Hmmmmm...maybe it's because since you're in control and not a machine, you can't break those?!?!? So alas, I'm stuck upstate 'til possibly Saturday morning.
The good news is, with me here, she won't need to go to any other hospitals as of yet. She'd at least have some sort of (feeble) supervision.
Posted by Darkstar at February 5, 2008 02:52 PM | TrackBack