I hate Navy Hospital
I just felt like saying that I fucking hate Navy Hospital Pensacola. We go their yesterday (Robyn and I) for a routine checkup. We end up spending from 1100 to 2100 there while they waited for results on a test they performed before they would let us leave. The test was taken at 1300 and had to be sent to Sacred Heart to be read. The nurses and doctors said it was imperative that they get the results of the test back before letting us leave, even though the test itself didn't leave NHP until after 1800. So, Robyn sat there forever. By then, I had gone back to Pace, picked up Anna so the babysitter could leave, gone back to the Hospital since she was "supposed" to leave soon, waited there for a while, took Anna back home fed her dinner and got her to bed, then came back to NHP to pick Robyn up. The entire day was a pain in the ass. Robyn confined to a very uncomfortable bed in the labor and delivery triage and me stuck driving all over between Pace and P-Cola. And to think, our only plans for the day were to go to the checkup and then go to Foley and hit the outlet malls. We didn't even get finished with our checkup talking to the doctor because they fucked us over with that damn test.