In the lengthy post on the other thread that I mention above (HERE, if you care to read it), I talk about three weeks I spent in a hospital in Feb-Mar of 2000.

While I was there, my regular doctor checked to see that there would be no interaction problems with the prescription drug that I take regularly (blood pressure) and the stuff they were giving me at the hospital, then told me to keep taking it. My wife brought me my pills from home. A couple of people at the hospital had a hissy-fit about my "self-medicating," even if I had been told to by my regular physician. They wanted to confiscate my pills and then dole them out to me. With my regular doctor's support, I insisted that they back off!

One of the nurses (bless her pea-pickin' heart—on several occasions—for putting patient welfare before hospital regulations; I would nominate her for sainthood!) informed me that, had I given in, they would have charged me about $12.00 a day to give me my own pills!

A nickel here, a nickel there. . . .    Ain't it grand how the money rolls in?

Don Firth