OK, it's Monday here, and I've phoned the snotty big city hospital.
You'll remember that they promised and assured my Very Annoyed Doctor that I would have a bed after this procedure.
Guess what? I don't. My guess is that they didn't even bother to
open my file when my doctor rang, and just told her whatever she wanted to hear to placate her.
I have finally got the surgical administrator to accept that yes, this is a problem, so she is off to do a bit of phoning around to get the definitive Word on what will be happening. *Apparently* she's going to call back... though when, I don't know.
It really shouldn't be this hard...
All I want them to do is definitively say "yes, you'll be staying," or "no, you won't", so I can make plans. Their "we'll decide on the day" is ridiculous, especially as I (and now the surgical administrator) am fully aware that it is impossible to find a hospital bed (or a hotel room) at short notice on a weekend.
Ivy