Incompetence
No, for once I’m not talking about the Veggie Patch. I’m talking about the hospital.
I called before I went down there yesterday to confirm that Shan was still there. The patient care line rep assured me she was there. So I got there and *poof* the nurses told me she had been released only about 20 minutes before I arrived. Grrr. Like I would’ve driven to D.C. and paid to park if she weren’t there! (One could argue that I could’ve called her, but she’s worse about picking up her phone than I am — we both tend to set our phones to vibrate and then forget to check for messages for days on end.)
It just bugs me that we trust people to provide supreme care for the patients, but these same people don’t even know that the patients have left the friggin’ hospital.
At any rate, kill me before sending me to a hospital. Seriously. I told Shan she’s the poster child for abstinence, after watching what she went through. The thing about being with a friend who has just given birth is that doctors have no qualms about running in and ripping their blankets off, for all the world to see. I swear, I’ve seen more of my friend than I ever wanted to, but then again, you know you’re good friends with someone when you watch her rip off her blood pressure cuff and start scratching her ass with the Velcro. 🙂