My home nurse, who my sister insisted was responsible for filling my medication sorter, and who already has a MyChart account, Diane from Aveanna, who I was going to protect by just calling her the oh-so cutesy Nurse Nancy... (sigh)  

She started talking to her boss (who she said would fire her for using the tablet he provided) while she was supposed to be caring for her patient, me.  She who was "listening..." to me.  Talking to her boss who doesn't know how to use the big-ass laptops he paid for on the phone, while "listening."  I called her on it, "I'm just a nurse!"  And irritable about it.  I trusted her and she called the cops on me because I was yelling at my big sister. 

My sister insisted Nurse Nancy was going to fill my meds sorter for me.  But "I'm just a nurse!"  Stomped out of my house because I got mad at her for talking to him instead of listening to me.

And now my pill sorter, with little white pills and yellow pills, is empty, because she didn't fill it.  And I owe her an apology?  "Forgive them Father, they know not what they do."  I don't know what she does.  So now I can't take my morning pills because I have to go bottle-by-bottle to find the ones I'm supposed to take.  You can send an ambulance, but not someone who can hand me the right pills to take?  That's someone else's responsibility, and We Have Procedures.

I was a stranger, and you took me in.  Where are the people who did that?  Buried under a pile of procedures, or laws?  Turned into pillars of salt?  No, you can't call me -- my phones don't work.  And don't call Julie, she does the same thing and thinks she's owed an apology, and that Nurse Nancy who refused to Nurse is owed an apology for leaving because of my anger at her not listening.

Eloi, eloi, lamai sabachtani?

Griz

MyChart decided my note to my PCP was too long, to protect me... so I'm putting it here. So long and thanks for all the Security, as Douglas Adams almost said.