Today, Hubby had endoscopy with an ultrasound, which came complete with a miserable atmosphere in the recovery room
and a nurse with negative amounts of bedside manner.
The promised nurse to wheel my very groggy Hubby out of the hospital, never showed up.
So, I pretty much high-jacked a wheel chair and hit the road with him (our car was parked two buildings away) and acted like I knew where I was going, with Hubby, who couldn't speak, pointing out directions.
Let's hope our final bill does not also include 'one wheel chair' since today's procedure already cost what some people make in a year!
P.S. No wheel chairs were stolen in the making of this drama ; )