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He pushed open the lounge door. Laura stood in the middle of the room with her fisted hands at her sides. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.
“Are things that bad?” he asked.
“Worse.” Her hazel eyes filled with tears.
“What is it this time?”
She raked her fingers through her short brown hair. “Doctors. Nurses.”
“Betty for one. She failed to pass along important information to one of the doctors. She also removed the note I had put on the chart.”
Doug chuckled. “I know what you mean.” He struck a pose. “How can I a lowly nurse tell a powerful doctor who knows everything anything.” Laura’s tight features relaxed. He felt rewarded. “Aren’t you used to her attitude by now?”
She walked to the refrigerator and removed a large brown paper bag. “The other concern is Blunder Doc. He’s taking Mr. Jackson to surgery tomorrow. He didn’t tell his patient what he planned to do. Mr. Jackson refused to sign the consent. He then called the son for a phone consent. Neither did Betty tell him. I just talked Mr. Jackson out of walking out until he speaks to his son.”
“Is Blunder Doc implying Mr. Jackson is senile?”
“Looks that way. Though Mr. Jackson may need surgery his refusal to sign stands. Part of the reason is the lack of info. I read the progress notes. There’s no alternative listed but no biopsy has been done and the tests have been non-conclusive.”
:Is Moore doing an exploratory?”
Laura scowled. “The schedule calls for a bowl resection and a colostomy.” She sat on the apple green couch. “He may be doing the right thing but having surgery is Mr. Jackson’s choice to make. He’s alert and competent. When I admitted him he told me he wasn’t here for surgery but for tests.” She pulled a plastic container from the bag. “Fried chicken. Dad packed enough for three.”
“Or just for you and me. Your dad’s fried chicken is the best.” Doug poured two mugs of coffee. “I can’t see what you can do about Mr. Jackson.” He sat beside her. Don’t slam your head against a wall. Bring the incident to the Committee tonight.”
“That would be too late for Mr. Jackson. With him going to surgery angry means the surgery may go bad.” She swallowed a mouthful of coffee. “What will the Committee do besides add this incident to the foot high stack of incidents we have on him?”
Doug chewed and swallowed a bite of chicken. “What do you plan to do?” He waved the half eaten chicken leg. Do you plan to lay siege in front of the OR door. Don’t risk your job. You have a daughter to support and a father to help.”
“I’ll talk to the son.”
“You can’t solve every problem. Don’t look for trouble. The Committee will act.” He wished he could convince her to let the others solve the problem. He released a breath and continued to eat.