Procedure

    Yesterday was another frustrating one. After breakfast, they told Dad that he couldn't eat or drink anything more, as "they" wanted to do a procedure on him. It was unclear who "they" might be, or what procedure it might be. He wasn't brought lunch at the normal time, but an hour later the nurse's aide brought a tray, saying that it could be heated up when the procedure was done. I asked if she could check to see when this might be and she said she would. She came back saying that "they" said they would send somebody at 1:45 (this was 1:30), but it might be 2:30. She added that "they" = the dialysis facility.
    Up to that point, we thought this was in connection with the blood in the urine incident of the other day, but now Dad said that the dialysis people were concerned about something to do with his left arm. That's where the unnecessary graft was put in before he left the hospital; the swelling never really went down. Apparently, they want to have a doctor look at it. I don't see much scope for any procedure being done at a dialysis facility (other than dialysis), so I would guess that this would be a matter of planning for a procedure, rather than doing one.
    Regardless, 2:30 rolled around and passed and the charge nurse called again. Apparently, the dialysis facility or the ambulance service or the doctor or somebody just couldn't get their act together, so she canceled. The nurse's aide heated Dad's main and side dishes, though not the soup. He wasn't too electrified by the offerings, but at least he could eat, and he certainly polished it all off.
    I don't know why they couldn't get the doctor to come by on any of the three days a week that he's already at the dialysis facility, or to have him come see Dad at the nursing home. Just crazy talk, no doubt. Hopefully, they'll have all this resolved soon. (Or, better still, hopefully the doctor will look at his arm and say, "Oh, that's fine. No problem.)