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My Aunt Peggy is (hopefully) having abdominal surgery today; her surgeon’s office just…lost…any record of her surgery, and it’s Canada, so if you go back on “the list” you might as well decide to make a new life with your old scar tissue firmly intact.
So she’s showing up, having fasted since midnight, and is on standby like she’s flyin’ Southwest.
My family has been getting their ass kicked all over the place by Canadian health care this year, and it’s been driving me nuts when I hear: “we were supposed to get our MRI next April, but thankfully we knew someone on the board of directors, so we got it in two weeks,” as though there is ANY DIFFERENCE between “knowing someone on the board” and “having enough money to go get it done in the States.”
If there’s a system where you get what you need faster than anyone else for ANY reason other than “has the most urgent need,” it’s two-tier, guys.
PROVE ME WRONG WITH BETTER CONDUCT, CANADIAN HEALTH CARE.