hospital gun control

As my regular readers know, I was in a serious automobile accident in 1995.
The specifics have been elsewhere addressed.
I was in intensive care for 3 of the 6 weeks I was hospitalized.  When I minimized this, a friend reminded me that (for comparison) Mickey Mantle, with his failing liver, was hospitalized 4 days in intensive care.
Once I was out of intensive care, and on a little less morphine/ativan drip, I remembered I had left two of the three firearms I owned in the care of a pawn shop.
And the pawn ticket expired today.
Fortunately, a daily visitor was a close friend (and gunnie).  I explained the circumstances, and he went to find out what, if anything, could be done.  There was no way I was able to leave at that time.  Too many tubes and wires.  And, that whole inability to walk thing.
Presently, he returned, and advised me the pawn shop would allow release of the guns to him, if I provided them with a notarized statement attesting this was permissible. 
And, the hospital had a notary on staff!
As rapidly as I could (while heavily medicated), I composed a proper note, and contacted the hospital notary.  She said she would attest to my signature and return the note, duly notarized, post haste.
tic…tic…tic…
No notary, nothing, zip, bupkis.
After some time and  multiple unanswered telephone calls to her, my gunnie friend went in search.
This process took some time, also.
At length, he returned, having finally obtained the note, now notarized, and presented it to the pawnbrokers.
My firearms were now in safe hands!   Whew!
It seemed the hospital notary, after examining my note, and knowing the circumstances surrounding the accident, assumed I was going to commit suicide, so she wasn’t going to notarize the document, and, simply ignored my further requests for information.
Fortunately, my friend got everything sorted out.
Another bureaucracy foiled.
I won’t say such thoughts hadn’t entered my mind.
But, use a firearm.  No Way!  I respect them too much.
Nice of the hospital to make those decisions for me.
Again, thank God for my friends.