The doc was in at 10:45 this morning and said Bruce could go home. At 1:30 I said to Bruce, “Gee, it’s taking them forever. They haven’t even removed your port yet.” He reminded me that last time he didn’t go home until 7 p.m., but I reminded HIM that the doc didn’t give that order until 4 p.m.
At 3:30 today, I went and asked a nurse what is the average wait time for a discharge to be processed, and she said it depends on when the discharge nurse sees the order.
She checked on it and discovered that Bruce’s chart had been put back in the rack and no one had seen the discharge order!
Tonight I will let you know what time we actually got to leave this place. (Too bad we can’t get them to deduct a few thousand off our bill because of this. Believe me, I’ve tried to get charges reduced because of hospital incompetence. It’s a losing battle.)
In the interest of fairness, I should say that overall we have been treated well here. We know these things happen, but we are so ready to get home. Our furbabies will be happy to see Bruce, and I will be glad to have him there with me tonight.