Klains, my surgery was also on a Friday. On Sunday morning, I had walked to the elevators about 300 feet from my room to meet my wife as she came up. Suddenly, I thought my catheter had come out. Fluid was running down my legs and puddling on the floor. My wife, who's a nurse, came out of the elevator, saw what was going on, and rushed me into a men's room nearby. She saw right away that fluid was leaking around the J-P drain and literally ran me back to the room, yelling at the nurse's station as we went by to get to the room and re-dress the drain. It leaked from then on until I left on Monday morning, and for a while after we got home. Beth, being a nurse, did a better job of dressing it than anybody at the hospital.
As for quality of care, on Sunday night, my surgeon had a look at the drain incision, and he and Beth re-dressed it. She was opening and cutting dressings, and he was applying them. Looked like a scene from "M.A.S.H.." The hospital nurses were nowhere to be seen.
The doc removed it Monday morning, and yes, that's a strange sensation, but not painful.
Also, regarding quality of care, I was out in the hall walking at 5:30 a.m. Monday morning. I returned to the the room and found a person in there who had just stripped my bed. I asked what's up, and she said I had been discharged. I said, "Well, I'm still here, and I need the bed." So she made it back up, but I found out that she had thrown a way a lot of items, including a handmade card from my grandkids and a suture kit the doctor intended to use to remove the J-P drain. She had also sent my CPAP mask to Inhalation Therapy and had tossed the breathing device that is used to exercise the lungs.
So, I agree that hospital care can leave something to be desired. My R. N. wife also noticed that the nursing staff only entered the room at shift change, leaving the majority of "care" to the aides. The nurses tend to be down at the nurse's station, doing data entry at the computer terminals. But, as Beth says, what can they be charting when they haven't done anything?
After suffering two days with terrible gas pains, I found out the doctor had left a standing order for simethicone every six hours, which the nursing staff had ignored, in spite of my pleas for something to be done.
I'm sure we all have our "horror" stories. Months later, they're sort of amusing, but not so funny at the time.
I hope you're adjusting to life back at home with the catheter and recovery from surgery.