I don’t want to sound like every old man living in a Florida condo, but give me one more shot to write about my operation. I’ll (try to) be brief.
I’ve been pondering logistics. A hospital is a huge logistical nightmare!
Every day is similar, but different. You need enough staff for busy periods, but not so much you go broke. And you do everyone 24/7/365 with 100% reliability. Wow!
There were dozens of people with whom I had personal contact. Much of that is automatic. They just arrive. How?
Who’s the general contractor? This is like building a house, right? Are all these decisions relegated to computers now?
It is an exceptionally well choreographed ballet. Everything happened when scheduled.
Everyone in the hospital is a specialist. Sending an SICU nurse to the ER or vice versa would be like putting a 737 pilot in an A319.
Very similar jobs. Very different environments.
One exception. Everyone draws blood! I can’t tell you how many vials flowed from me, but ‘never ending’ is close.
I have large purple bruises on both wrists. Looks like I was in a barroom brawl with a phlebotomist!
No bills yet. My insurance policy has a maximum yearly out-of-pocket limit. I might as well write a check for that now.
Imagine if I had to pay everyone individually?