Now that Cody is home and well I'll tell you a tale of when Tara was little.
She had her tonsils out when she was only 3 or 4 years old. She had a terrible time with the anesthesia. She woke up screaming and had terrible nightmares afterwards. While in the recovery unit she said "Everyone is very nice....but no one can help me...."
I nearly died, it was so hard to watch. (And I thanked God that she was otherwise a healthy child...I don't know how parents of really ill children bear it).
Anywayz...about two weeks later she goes for her follow-up and my primary Dr says it looks like something is wrong and I need to see the surgeon.

The surgeon takes a look and says.."Oh, looks like I left some tissue..we'll just go have a second try"...I was furious..but what could I do???
Post 2nd surgery (and anesthesia!), the Dr comes out and as non chalantly as you please says..."Nothing was there, guess I didn't have to go in in the first place."
I literally lunged for him and James had to hold me back. I swear...
I lunged. Called him a few choice words and then sent his bill to him torn into itty bitty pieces. He's lucky I didn't sue.
20 years later it still pisses me off!