I Suffered Through Winter For THIS??
My mother is much better. A week in the hospital has done her a world of good. She is lucid, feisty, complaining but seems to have accepted the fact that she is elderly and may need assistance from time to time.
Thinking she had hurt her back while turning her mattress, she lay in pain, unable to eat of sleep for a week. She made at least two trips to the Emergency Room at the local Hospital but neither one, after a battery of tests and x-rays, recognized that she had a bad case of Shingles. Once my cousin’s wife – I assume having first-hand experience – diagnosed the problem and got my mother to a doctor, only then did the suffering, and mental anguish of wondering why she wasn’t getting any better, begin to ease.
Now, should the doctors in Emerg have suspected or known to look for Shingles? Who knows. Even my mother didn’t look at herself in a full-length mirror to see the rash on her stomach, until after Shingles were suspected. I am going to guess that the Emerg doctors were very courteous to a little old lady and allowed her some modesty.
My issue is what came afterward.
No doubt due to the Atrial Fibrillation, my mother fell beside her bed. Unable to get up, she called my Uncle Peter who lives in the same building and has been an absolute God-send to helping my mother through this. Uncle Peter, at 96, is older than my mother. Recognizing that he couldn’t get her up, that she was weak and probably needed to be in hospital no matter what, Uncle Peter called 911 for an ambulance.
“I’m sorry, they are all busy.”
WHAT??? The ambulances are all busy???
He was advised to call the Police and the Fire Department, which he did. They called for and got her an ambulance.
The ambulance did not take her to the closest hospital, Grace, formerly run by the Salvation Army until the government got into the hospital business. Grace Hospital was full. Yes, full. She was taken to a hospital – though a more modern and efficient one – further away.
After spending ten hours in Emergency, she was admitted and given a room. However the hospital did not have enough Shingles medicine on-hand, so someone was despatched to her apartment to pick up her prescription. Yes, North York General Hospital had only one day’s supply of Shingles medicine on hand.
North York General seems to have looked after her very well. Scottish through and through, she was bemoaning the fact that OHIP – the Ontario Health Insurance Plan – does not pay for a single room, it will cover only a ‘ward’ – a room with two or more people. Well, okay, maybe that makes sense, though here in the US for the few times that I have been in hospital, that has never been a consideration. Maybe I had good Insurance.
Last night I called my mother. A Terrorist answered the phone. I asked if this was Room 664 and got a grunt. Again I asked if this was Room 664 and got another grunt. I asked what room this was and got a third grunt. Is this Room 664, I asked and he replied, “English no good.” No, but good enough to get OHIP.
I called Switchboard and sure enough, she had been moved to a Ward, replaced by a man Americans refuse to fly with, in a single room.
For this ‘free’ Health Care I suffered through the worst winter in decades, paid 13% sales tax, $5 per gallon for gas and grocery-shopped with Terrorists?
OHIP? Pas de chance.Share