Home Sweet Home

I got released from the Foothills penitentiary last night at about 7:30. It took forever for the nurses to sort out the paperwork and attempt to get some pain meds for me to take home. It turned out that Dr Buie forgot his triplicate prescription pad when he came up to see me and sign the paperwork for my release. In light of that, he asked my nurse to give me a dozen pills to get me through the night and in the morning he promised to call in the prescription to my pharmacy. So when my nurse went to get the pills, her charge nurse reminded her that it was against one of her nursing codes to give out that much medication to a patient. So in the end she had to page Dr Buie (who had already gone home) to come back, find his triplicate pad, and shoot back up to the unit and give me the script. When I found out this kerfuffle to get me drugs had escalated into a full blown goat rodeo I called home to get my mother to look through my medicine cabinet to see if I had enough pills left from a previous surgery to get me through the night. After finding the right glasses, getting a chair to stand on, and wading through the bottles and bottles of drugs in my cabinet, she informed me that I did have enough pills at home. So, my nurse page Dr Buie back and told him that I was fine for the night and he could stop looking for his pad. We reviewed my discharge instructions and I got to go merrily on my way out into the rain and home. Home sweet home.