14 -- Hope, At Last / HUG THE SKY
July 24-26, 2018 After Monday evening’s awful experiences, we had hoped to just sleep in. The choking episode had really taken a lot out of both of us, physically, mentally, and emotionally. We crawled into bed at 11:30 after returning home from the hospital and slept. That is, until the phone rang Tuesday at 7:00 am, waking us up. “This is Dr. S__. Is Ms. Tarlton there?” I didn’t know a Dr. S__, had not seen a Dr. S__. So David asks, “Excuse me, who are you with?” She identifies herself as a member of the hospital Neurology team. She spoke quickly, informing me that my case was “too acute” for their practice, and they were releasing me as a patient. She suggested that I might find a doctor at Duke, Emory, or MUSC-Charleston. Oh, and your follow-up appointment with us has been cancelled. Good luck! Buh-bye! I’ve been “fired” as a patient, so it seems. Honestly – I was relie...