Thursday, November 12th, 10:42pm

Well, tonight was fight night. A lot of tempers came to a head, and it was not pretty.

I'll start at the beginning ...

When I arrived to visit with Ken this evening, he said he was hot, and that his blood pressure was very high, and that he wanted to stop taking the blood pressure medicine. He was very upset and was raising his voice.

The nurse went out to call the Doctor. When she got off the phone, she said, "Dr. Gxxxxxx said, he is no longer on the floor, and is out for the night". I asked her what that meant, and she shrugged.

I started walking back to Ken's room, and did not know what to do. I dialed Bill's number (Ken's Father), but wasn't sure what to say. When he answered I started relaying what had happened, when all of a sudden, I saw Dr. Gxxxxxx walk past the doorway. I walked outside, and confronted him, and began a tyrant of pent up feeling and emotions that I am going to tell you now, was not a pretty picture. (You may recall, dear reader, that we were not fond of this doctor from the get go. Now that I think about it, we seem to have issue with a lot of doctors . . . I'll have to analyze this later when I care)

So, then Ken starts screaming my name. I run to the room, and he wants to know where I have been. I tell him that I have been talking to Dr. Gxxxxx, and at that time, that doctor walks in too.

Well, I'll keep this somewhat short, but Ken went (to use a phrase of my Father's) Ape-Shit. He talked about how he felt ignored by the doctor, about all the issues that have been happening (missed medicine, missed meals, no sleep). It was a difficult discussion to hear, not to mention be a part of.

In the end (an hour later) everyone felt that they had gotten something off of their chest. Dr. Gxxxxxx genuinely apologized to Ken and said he would work on his level of care. He left, and Ken and I talked for a bit. He felt better. I called Ken's Dad back on the phone, and explained what had gone on.

So, I went outside and apologized to Dr. Gxxxxx for speaking to him that way in front of his team (and for saying something about the employment of his mother where money changed hands in a back alley).

As I re-read this, I see that I may be painting Ken's behavior as complaining or unreasonable. Please understand, that Ken has been through so very much, and when you can't move or speak and have NO control over an aspect of your life, you are like a caged animal. I'm surprised he lasted this long without speaking out.

It was a difficult evening, but he was able to communicate a lot that he had on his mind (which is hard to do when your vocabulary has been compromised) and I am proud of the way he handled himself, and proud to be a part of his life.