My uncle was born on a Saturday, 1923, at Loma Linda hospital. My grandmother told me that she shouted for help in urgent need of attention from medical staff. None came. After hours in hard labor, he was born. Lack of oxygen to his brain because of the protracted labor. He was left with a mentality of a 3 year old. He died at the age of 60. My father, his older brother, was a doctor, and always carried deep resentment for a religion whose restrictions would cause nurses and doctors to ignore the cries of a patient's pain and panic. I would hope that some of their restrictions with regard to patient care have changed, but from what I have read, they haven't changed very much. Doesn't make sense for me that anyone with restrictions like that would choose any profession that might present a need to work on a Saturday.