Yesterday, I had to check in at my local NHS hospital at the required time of 7:30 a.m. for surgery to remove a metal plate from my arm, one of two plates that had been inserted a couple of years ago after I broke my elbow. For two-and-a-half hours, I was the only person in my six-bed ward. At around 10:30, other people started trickling in. The nurse told me I took first priority, and would be operated on at 12:30 p.m. Then it was 1:00. Then 2:00. (In the meantime, as it was day patient surgery, they were taking other people from my ward to get their procedures done.) I was understandably irate that I had been required to be there at 7:30, that patients that had gotten there three hours later were being treated before me, etc. The nurse periodically called surgery, and they said 3:00, then 3:30, then 4:00, then 5:00. By then, everyone else who'd been on my ward that day, except for one person, had been treated and had gone. I was gobsmacked. I told the nurse to tell them that I'd had my limit and was going home. (Bear in mind I'd had nothing to drink since 10:00 the night before.)
FINALLY, at 5:45, it was my turn and the anesthesiologist put a line in me and inserted one source of liquid, which he said I'd feel coursing through my vein, and then another one, which he said would be warm and relaxing but felt as if it were acid in my arm (VERY painful), which I cried out about. He or his assistant removed that line and that's the last thing I remember before being awoken after surgery.
It was almost 9:00 by then, my husband was waiting for me, and they wanted to keep me overnight for surveillance. There was a new set of both patients and nurses on the ward when I came back, including a lady next to me who kept screaming and throwing water and juice at the nurse (the nurse went off at her, but that's a different story.) They wanted to keep me for three-hour surveillance, thus overnight, but I insisted on going home. I'd had enough of that room, and I wasn't going to try to sleep next to a ranting banshee, although I did feel for her, whatever was wrong. The doctor had the nurse make me sign a waiver freeing the hospital of any future charges of negligence if something happened after I'd refused their advice. So I finally got home (exhausted), ate something, checked email and then here, and, to end my day, got in a silly PM squabble with one of the self-appointed site spokespeople on here who'd written a cut about me on one of the links. So you culd say the day didn't rank high on the enjoyability scale. Just a vent.