My father in law was in a really bad accident on Friday night. He has severe head trauma and is in a coma. We had to fight to get him transferred to a trauma center last night. The doc at the local hospital decided within an hour or two that there was no hope, but rather than let him die, he put him on life support thinking it would be less cruel to make his family pull the plug. I think that was awfully sweet of him. What a guy. Then he came in twice, without explaining any of the findings that led him to his conclusions and offered his condolences, and started asking about organ donation. We think perhaps one of the doc's family members had dibs on a kidney.
Anyway, we asked them to transfer him to a hospital with an amazing trauma center (local one has no trauma center) and the doctor actually gave us a hard time. Asked my husband if he was really willing to risk the lives of a pilot and crew to have him flown to the trauma center. WTF??? Risk the lives of the crew? HUH??? Apparently, these people are only willing to risk their lives for some people, but not for a gravely injured 78 year old. I'm not sure what the criteria are, but I guess the doc didn't think my father in law met them. He actually dared us to call anyone we wanted, but the transfer wouldn't happen. I only had to call the hospital administrator. I was kind of keyed for a fight, but I just called and told her we wanted him out of there NOW, and he was taken by ambulance last night.
The doctor seems very strange to me. He was miffed that my husband said he wanted to take him to a bigger hospital, better equipped to handle a trauma. He got very defensive about the whole thing, telling my husband not to run down the local hospital. Not sure how stating the painfully obvious is an insult, but I honestly will never willingly be admitted to that hospital again, ever. Neither will anyone in my care.
Okay, I know this is an art blog, but I do have a few family members who read this who probably want to know about my FIL. I'm done ranting for now.