some venting, some frustration, some fear...

I just called my brother's room, gave the person (a woman) who answered my name and asked for my brother. I then was put on hold and hung up after 3 minutes.

I called again, said who I was and that I was calling long distance. The same voice told me "I told you, you've got the wrong number". I snarled back "No, you didn't. I want to talk to a nurse". The bitch hung up right after I said "didn't". I was so tempted to call back and spit out "BITCH" to her when she answered the phone but I won't. I'll just bitch about it...

I'll call our Mother and maybe email my brother...

...two minutes later...

I just got my Mother's answering machine and left a message asking about my brother. He is probably in recovery or ICU and I don't have that umber. On the positive side, if they'd whacked his leg off or if he'd died on the table, someone in the family would have called by now. My family has a bad history of not giving out bad news...

I have to go to work in 20 minutes and this aborted telephone tag and venting this is keeping me from "At All Costs" by David Weber.

Now, about 15 minutes later, I'm feeling guilty about being rude to this bitch, who is a patient at the hospital. Oh, well, she didn't handle it very well either. Normally, I'm a very nice person but when I'm scared, I tend not to be quite so sweet.