After forty-nine days in the hospital, Mrs. Eaton is leaving the building. She lost the month of November. She missed seeing the children dress up for Halloween. She was in the hospital for Thanksgiving. While there, we caused problems, shook things up, made people angry, laughed, cried and although many times we were scared, here we are.

It would seem that although it takes a few years for a person to become an R.N., I will be expected to give Lovenox injections and setup Mrs. Eaton’s I.V. stuff with minimal training according to my insurance company. That’s right, when it comes to paying out dollars for home health care they’ll get out that medical staff with the snake wrapped around it and knight me Nurse Terry. It’s not that I can’t do it, I can. I can do the whole TPN setup. (I know more about the I.V. pump than most of the nurses taking care of my wife.) I am sure I can give an injection—I think.

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