The hospital, due to their policy, could not release me on my own cognizance. I had to have someone, besides my self, sign for my release.

Being the last patient of the day, you could imagine the nurses and the anesthetist wanting to leave, all this whilst I was frantically calling people that I knew to come down during rush hour traffic to sign for my release. I guess the nurses knew better than I did that it wasn’t going to happen in this traffic. Especially if my liberator were coming from DC to Virginia, which under normal circumstance would be twenty-four minutes, instead it would be at minimum of two hours.

So…after almost an hour and a half of awkward glances between me and my cell phone and me and the nurses, it had gotten so late that nurses ended up getting in touch with the Director of the hospital to get an approval to release me to a cab in order to take me home. The cab ride was $7.00.

An insignificant ordeal and something to laugh about with everything that is going on in the world.