My husband had his gallbladder out today, and while they were in there, the doctor needed a new boat, so they took his appendix.
His doctor scheduled his surgery for 11:20 am. We were told to get there at 9:20. To make a long day longer, the surgery was at 2:30. I mean could waiting be worse? The wait is merciless, and yet, they have the audacity to call the hospital Mercy. There must be some irony in there.
Anyway, it went well, and we are finally home.