I Want to Go Home
Chicking Out of the Hospital
by Terry Light
When I transferred from the Emergency Room to the
Hospital, nothing was required frim me. The duck-haired kid just
wheeled the gurney from one area to the other.
I didn’t even change floors.
They “checked” me in.
Sounds like a hotel.
They even give you a checkout time.
It is
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that,” she said,
waving her hand dismissively and laughing.
“’They’ just put it up there for when they ‘modernize.’”
“When do ‘they’ intend to modernize?” I asked.
“Someday,” the nurse answered.
I’ve been in the hospital twice since then.
Unlucky me. The
“checkout time” is still there and nurses still say the same thing.
I know because I pay attention and ask.
I’m curious. I’m on
the ball like a steadfast reporter asking intelligent questions and
pondering important concepts.
Inquiring minds want to know!
The worst part?
Even with the assistance of your doctor, it’s not
possible to “check out” by the time listed.
First off, your doctor (whoever it is) has to release you from
the hospital. “Maybe” that
would happen by
If you’re expecting a discharge and you “bug” your
nurse all morning to pay attention to your computer status, which is
slightly irritating to say the least - then there is paperwork.
The nurse must filll out all the papers while ignoring all her
other patients’ moans, groans, and ailments, plus whatever caused them
to be in the hospital.
It takes at least an hour.
Of course, that assumes your doctor actually visits
you. If your doctor does
not stop by, when you do leave?
Sorry. You’re checking yourself out.
No doctor. That’s
what happened to me. I
checked myself out of the hospital.
How did that happen?
© 2009 by T. J. Light
