Every hospital visit I’ve had in Australia (so far none an emergency for myself, once an emergency for a friend) has been much like the OP’s experience. Efficient, professional, and with a 100% success rate. It’s a marvel.
Good to hear they did well, and good to hear your girl is going to be okay & feeling fine.
Definitely, write a letter and name names. Especially if the nurses did well, name some names there too. People remember the surgeons and doctors, but the nurses often get overlooked.
Though one thing. I’m mad jealous of your chair bed. I’ve just spent 7 hours in the ED at the Lyell Mac with hubby, and (like every time) all I’ve had to sit on is a terrible standard non-wheeled chair. Not fun.
:raises glass:*
I’ll drink to that and to the surgeon I’ll have a follow-up visit with tomorrow (hopefully for the last time). Medical folks rock!
*iced tea
I’ll salute with a shot of single malt. well done medical professionals…
I love a happy ending. I’m glad your daughter is going to be okay. 
Glad to see your daughter is getting better. Cheers!
(raises glass of juice to medical professionals, thankful for C-section that allowed the Princess to be here)
That’s too bad. We’ve had nothing but good experiences thus far, in both Ontario and Québec, though I have known people to say the opposite. I suppose it’s more dependent on individual hospitals, shifts and staff.
Hope that was nothing serious…
(heat related?)
ETA: That was a stupid phrase. It was the emergency department - of course it was serious! :smack: . You know what I mean though…
In my sister in law’s case:
- parental pressure, 18 years of hearing her father say “my children can only be engineers or doctors” and “girls can’t be engineers.” (Her brother is a low-level engineer and quite bad at it if you ask me - and I’m a higher-level engineer, so I think I can judge it)
- more parental pressure, “being a state employee is the way to go.”
That was the bad news.
The good news/reasons:
- if it hadn’t been for the parental pressure, her profession of choice was… physical therapy specialist. So definitely still in the medical profession!
- she likes being able to “fix” people. She can’t always do it, but even if she can’t do much for the patient, she can help the family. Sometimes listening to the 60+ daughter caring for the 80+ woman whose Alzheimer’s is so advanced she can’t talk any more is more helpful than anything the pharmacy sells.
- she’s very much a planner. She likes linear plans, A then B then C. Having kids has force-fed some flexibility into her (which I think has improved her) and taught her to relax, but the thing is, when she had to choose between entering the Spanish Public Health System or going into private practice, she saw it as a choice of “steady, planned career” vs “it can be more money but it can also mean unemployment”… she spent 6 months anguishing over the choice while the rest of us already knew what the choice would be. Security over money, every time, for her.
She hates it in advance whenever she’s got “guards” coming, but loves it when they’re with the patient and the team works like a clock. She fears the unplanned but loves herself a good crisis so long as she’s got the tools to deal with it 
And I’ll never, ever, ever, point this out to her!
Sent you a PM. He’s being looked after, that’s about it for now.
Thanks all for your kind words.
My daughter is doing well. No infections. Slight nausea. She should be back home in front of the TV in a couple of days.
You know, I don’t doubt there are some people whose career choices are motivated by money. Some people phone it in. And some of them will be surgeons, for sure. But you can make a lot more money performing nose jobs than emergency appendectomies, and the hours are better.
In fact, real estate agents, stockbrokers and advertising account managers could make as much scratch as medical professionals if they apply themselves. Some of our biggest sociopaths hold down multimillion dollar executive positions. And there was this guy I heard about once who made millions of dollars playing tennis. Could you believe it? Tennis! What a world 
I shall.
Heres to the doctor’s Cider Depot- they need the accolades.