As I alluded last week, my "baby" brother (an airline pilot) fell very ill last Thursday while on a layover and wound up in a hospital on a surgical service in northern Kentucky. Yesterday, he was discharged there, traveled back home by car (his wife drove up to get him), and was re-admitted to a local hospital here late last night.
It's been a scary week, but he finally seems to be turning the corner. We all feel better that he's "home". My Mother, of all people, actually suggested today that I blog about some of our frustrations (as a family) with the medical system in this instance . . . and why we feel he was initially poorly served (both by the ED and admitting physicians) in Kentucky. I'm thinking about it - but will need to clear it through him first.
One thing is for sure. He's almost got his sister beat on bad medical luck.
Of course, until he has a surgical orifice drilled into his face/skull in the wrong place, he'll just have to stand in line.
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