Squeaky Wheel

My father spent all day Thursday at the hospital waiting for an EP test. That's all he did, just wait. There apparently was only one operating room with all the necessary electrical equipment to perform the test, so it was booked solid. We were finally told that he could have the test at 2:30pm on Friday. Okay, we're a pretty easy going bunch, but having the test done at 2:30 meant that he'd have to stay in the hospital until Saturday in order to recuperate. Plus, he was on a no food order which meant that after midnight on Thursday he wasn't allowed to eat anything until four hours after the surgery. So, if they were on time, he wouldn't get to eat until sometime well after 6:30 pm.
Since he was already restless and putting on his street clothes by Wednesday evening, I figured an extra day for no good reason was going to put us all over the edge. I did what everyone should do in that situation. I complained, loudly and often, to anyone who came in the room. We even did a pre-checkout, making sure all of our bills were paid up; and I told the accounts receiveable person to make the test earlier. I asked everyone to move up the time and told everyone that we didn't want to be in the hospital over the weekend.
This morning, the moved the EP test up to 8:30 am. Dad got his test, which stopped his heart (it had already stopped three times on it's own on Wednesday and did some freaky little static thing), and they put a pacemaker on him. He's on his way home now. Yay! He's still a little woozie, but at least he can sleep in his own bed tonight, which will go a long way to healing his head anyway.
I told him it was great that he's part cyborg now that he has computer chips running his body. Awesome.