Waiting at the Hospital. (And waiting, and waiting....)

I fully and completely understand that hospitals are busy places full of people who have to get things done.  And health crises don't go according to schedule, and things come up.  I get this.

Nevertheless, there is no language on Earth in which "fast as a hospital" is a common expression.

Adored Wife was in the hospital.  About three in the afternoon the doctor said there was one more test to run, but if that came back okay he didn't see any reason she couldn't go home that day.

Now, I didn't think that meant four.  But I didn't think it meant ten o'clock at night, either.

By the time they'd gotten around to running the test, there wasn't anybody there who could READ the test.  The nursing staff had been through a shift change and there was a different doctor on call.  The new nursing staff was operating on the assumption that AW was spending another night.  The previous shift nurse had indicated she'd be going home, but that information hadn't apparently gotten around to the new crew.  And, because the first doctor hadn't actually formally done discharge orders, the new doctor had to start everything from scratch.

And, she was busy, and I respect that.  Let's be fair.  But she was also inclined to keep AW one more night just for observation.  (Because you know, she stopped breathing three times the day before.)

But AW really wanted to go home, and they weren't going to be running any more tests, and it seemed like all she needed was sleep and she wanted to do that in her own bed.  So I persisted.

And, seven hours after the doctor had said we could go home that day, we did indeed go home that day.

Hope all is well out there, friends, and God bless.