Abby Reid left the elevator on the fourth floor at Bradley Memorial Hospital. She clasped her briefcase and thought about the patient she was about to see. Dr. Woods, the orthopedic doctor, had called Home Caring about this patient who had insisted on going home rather than to a rehab facility. She paused to review that call. “Motorcycle accident. Ten days ago. Collided with a car. Fractured tibia and fibula of both legs. Pins and plates. Right knee repaired. Left arm multiple fractures. Broken ribs. Chest tube removed. Amazingly, no head trauma.” Abby had frowned. “Why home?”
“His demand. Doctor Jeff Grayson can be a difficult patient. You can handle him.” He had smiled. “When you worked here, you always managed to tame the hard ones.”
Abby hoped he was right. Her home care health agency must succeed. She had no desire to return here to work. That idea made her stomach churn. As long as her exhusband remained on staff, she wouldn’t work here. Even though none of her friends or colleagues had blamed her, Richard had the ability to raise her level of guilt. With a sigh, she recalled the multitude of problems she’d discovered after her purchase of Home Caring. One by one she had solved them. A few remained, especially the one she faced when she returned to the office. She paused outside the unit’s nurse manager’s office. Hopefully, Madge Kirkland would provide the information on this patient the orthopedic surgeon had neglected to mention. A difficult patient. But why? She tapped on the partially open door. Her friend sat behind the metal desk. Abby noted the framed degrees and a picture of Madge’s family on the wall behind the desk.
Madge pushed a stack of papers aside. “Abby.”
“Do you have a few minutes?” 5
“Sure. You look great. What brings you?”
Abby sat on a chair across from the desk. She set her briefcase on the floor. “Dr. Grayson.”
“So he won this round.” Madge arched an auburn eyebrow. “All he’s talked about is being in his own bed. Hopefully, he understands that won’t happen yet.”
“I’ll do my best to persuade him.”
“I hope you don’t fall for his charms. Every time I pass his room, I find half my staff clustered at his bedside.”
Abby chuckled. “Not my reason for seeing him. Home Caring is handling his discharge and home care.”
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