Thursday

     Somewhere in the afternoon haze of lounging in my bed I answered the telephone.  Lo and behold it was the Patients Relations 2nd in command.  Apparently my insurance company had called them.
     I stated the fact of my displeasure as I have in the blog.  Case by case, and I did let them know that I felt it was an egregious wrong.  Not so much on my behalf because I did have people if needed.  What of the people released that have no one, no one to look after them, no one to check, or even the first time of surgery.  On that count I told the woman I was outraged.
     She apologised profusely and promised this would be taken up.  She also promised me that someone from the visiting nurse service would call me either today or tomorrow.  I said fine.
     By now I was not so worried.  There seemed to be no infection, no temperature, and I knew to take care of myself.  Furthermore, I had felt I struck a blow for those less fortunate than me, I still hope that I did.  I was still a little unsteady on my feet and had to be careful.  I was in no doubt on my way to recovery.
(tomorrow perhaps the story of the rock and I)