While hospitals do offer round-the-clock care, it sure isn't consistent. I had great care across the board during the day. But after 5pm you get the B team, and that's being generous. You'd think that they'd mix the newbies in with the veteran nurses to help them get a grasp on things but you'd be wrong. I saw a number of nurses that night, and the one who knew what she was doing left around 11pm. After that you're in the hands of rookies and idiots.
Morning couldn't come soon enough. Once it did, the doctor came in to see me. He looked at my scar, which was held shut with some serious metal staples. I looked a little Frankenstein-y. He asked how I was doing and had me do a few exercises/movements to make sure everything was working properly and sent me on my way.
I hadn't done a whole lot of moving in the past 24 hours, so it was a little strange getting wheeled back into the world. The sun seemed really bright. It was surreal seeing all the people walking around. I got in the care and went home.
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