In actuality, my weekend began Friday morning being in the hospital at 7a.m. My wife due in for surgery. Nothing major. We arrived at the Short Procedure Unit. Whomever named this part of this or any hospital for that matter, should be locked up and key thrown away, forever. The fact of the matter is that this unit is anything but short. Little did I know, I would sit around until 3p.m. waiting for the already promised 60 minute procedure to be completed. Sure, the procedure may have been short, but the name teases you into thinking you will be home before lunch. They don't seem to tell you the whole truth about the recovery time. Sitting in the waiting area, already on my third cup of black, hospital grade, free coffee, the surgeon came to discuss the results. Fantastic. He also assured me that she would be out of recovery in an hour. That was 11:30a.m. Did I mention that she was released at 3p.m.? Just checking.