Man, if people wanna rant about waiting for stuff, I’m waiting for the call from the PA so I can go in, get my breastbone cracked open and have a thymic tumour removed... preferably sooner rather than later so the holidays can absorb most of the recovery from the sternotomy allowing me to earn a living for my family again when the school year starts. Merry Christmas.
So yeah, I’d love the luxury of being anxious about waiting for a plastic card and a lanyard instead.
You've picked the right hospital- although you in reality probably had little to do with it. A great teaching institution with terrific staff.
All the best. And Merry Christmas.