to do a woman's job. Honestly, I don't know how the man functions. husband has every other Friday off (plus 4 weeks vacation) and I work at least 6 days a week and have no vacation - since he was off, made sense (somehow) that he could handle discharge today. I have spent literally hours this week getting everything lined up for thank you's discharge. Requested lab work, requested medications be called in to pharmacy, got TLP to confirm appointment next week with psychiatrist, followup lab work to be done on Monday. Literally *hours* (I know because I account for every minute of my day when I'm working). Print out mapquest directions for husband from hospital to TLP, printed out address and location of pharmacy. Typed TLP and case mgr phone #s on mapquest directions. Put a sticky note on directions stating I want a copy of *all* lab work. Went over directions with him, showed him phone numbers, told him I want *all* lab work. Gave him thank you's SSI check, b-day cards, wallet, coat, and shoes. Ask if he has cell phone. Yes. He leaves. Forgets shoes and coat. I call cell phone. Goes straight to voice mail, so it's either dead or he's got it turned off. I'm starting to really get a bit toasted at this point. I haul posterior to gas station (thank goodness I knew he needed gas) to give him shoes and coat. One would think that would prompt his little pea brain to think if he might have forotten anything else, but no... he didn't have thank you's wallet, which of course he doesn't remember until thank you asks for it. Two hours later I get a call from him. Pharmacy only has 1 medication. I said call CM because apparently husband let CM take all the written scripts. "I don't have CM's phone #." OMG! He's worse than the kids!!! Now, not only does he have CM's phone number, he *also* has all the discharge paperwork with medications listed and phone # of hospital. I take deep breath, because I realize he's completely lost his mind, and tell him I'll take care of it. Another 45 minutes later, it's taken care of. Unfortunately, he apparently got inspired in the interim and figured out he could call hospital. Duh! When I call him back, he tells me "never mind, I'll take care of it". Best I could utter was "don't bother, it's already done". Phone call 30 minutes later from CM - why isn't thank you on Risperdal anymore? Uhh... good question. Call hospital, they call hospital psychiatrist, tell me he should be on Risperdal, they call pharm, I call husband to tell him to go *back* to pharmacy to pick up Risperdal. Another 20 minutes of my workday down the drain. Would never occur to husband to question the medications... Sheep, I'm dealing with a sheep. He just walked in with... count them, one laboratory result. The kid was in the hospital over 2 weeks and this is it? "Uh, well, that's all they gave me." And then he has the nerve to tell me that he's on the edge. Oh buddy, let me *tell* you about the edge.... He cannot possibly be this incompetant. Can he? It ended up that it I would have been far better off time-wise just taking the afternoon off and doing this myself. I don't know - maybe he's just really smart because he knows that after this utter fiasco, he'll be lucky if I let him take the doggone garbage out again. I've been irked at him since Jenny McCarthy was on Larry King, talking about vaccines and autism. husband kept going on and on about "what're we supposed to do, not vaccinate kids? What does she want?". I finally said that informed consent would be nice, research would be nice, and bloody *services* would be nice for the kids that do end up with autism. He just couldn't let it be... and I finally just went off on him (for maybe the 5th time in 20 years). Told him he ought to just keep his opinions to himself because *he's* not the one out there trying to find answers and treatment and services, *he's* not the one dealing with the day in and day out joys of a difficult child, *he's* not the one with the phone glued to his ear or faxing reports high and low or dealing with HIPAA and that particular flavor of stupidity. He's been sulking ever since and quite frankly, tough. He either needs to step up and deal with some of this junk, which I think he proved rather spectacularly today he is not able to do, or just hush. I need a *serious* vacation!