Emergency medical care apparently sucked in 1988

I was recently speaking to a former classmate, and she told me that her most vivid recollection of me was the time I extracted a piece of windshield glass from my forehead in a peer education class, a feat I later reproduced in geometry class and on a bus during a trip to a marching band competition. After high school, I also extracted glass from my forehead on several occasions, including once on vacation in New Hampshire when one of my friends did not believe that there was glass in my forehead.

I tore into my forehead and pulled out a piece out of spite.

The glass was the result of a car accident that sent my head crashing into the windshield of my Datsun B-210. Amongst the many lasting effects of the accident was a forehead full of glass. All but one piece has since been removed.

If there is a doctor in the house, please tell me how I was permitted to walk around for years after my accident with shards of glass in my forehead.

Is this normal?

Was the plan for these corn kernel-sized pieces of glass to eventually migrate to the surface of my forehead and break through?

Did the doctors forget to inform me of the plan?

Did they think that restarting my heart and respiration and repairing my knees, chest, mouth and chin was enough work for one day?

What kind of medical care was available in 1988?

In fact, they also did a lousy job with my left knee, which had become impaled on the emergency brake post . Until I had a second surgery ten years after the accident to correct the problem, my knee would occasionally bleed like a sieve for no explicable reason.

Seriously, what kind of medical care was being doled out at Milford Hospital in the winter of 1988?