Splatterblog!

Okay….Mom being discharged from hospital.  The Doc wants her to go to a managed care facility called “Sea Pines”, so she can go through physical therapy and relearn how to do shit.  Good stuff, right?

WRONG.  The facility refuses to take her, because she doesn’t have any medical insurance.  So my Mom is being drop-kicked back home.  They’re gonna send her home with a hospital bed that my family is gonna keep in the front freakin’ room.  The hospital may send over a nurse once a day to check up on her, though…that part is cool.

She’s far more aware than she was, but she still can’t walk or poop by herself or anything.  The slightest activity, like talking, exhausts her so much that she sleeps 75% of the time.

Rrrrrr.   I guess we’ll see how this shit rolls out over the next little bit.  The nurse was all like “Well, if anything happens, you can just dial 911″. NINE ONE ONE ON MY COCK, WHORE!  ONE EIGHT SEVEN WITH MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH, BEEYOTCH!!!!!  I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE THAT SAGE FUCKING ADVICE.  NO TAINTMONGLING SHIT WE CAN DIAL THE PUBLIC EMERGENCY NUMBER IF SHE FALLS INTO ANOTHER GODDAMN COMA. 

Okay, gotta go.  Not really as angry as this post is coming off as.  I mean, I guess her brain must be cool if they’re sending her home.  Now I just gotta call her cancer doc and see what the deal is with getting her started on chemo.  I just wish that she wasn’t straight up refused care because of her monetary status.  I wanna skullfuck the American Medical system so hard that I shatter its eyesocket with my dick.  Ok not really.  Still.  Stabbystabstab x 40 bazillion.