Comments on: Smart Girl Nation http://girlontheright.com/2009/07/28/smart-girl-nation/ For girls with pearls... Since 2004 Sun, 12 Feb 2012 23:33:27 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 hourly 1 By: The Lone Ranger http://girlontheright.com/2009/07/28/smart-girl-nation/comment-page-1/#comment-7284 The Lone Ranger Tue, 28 Jul 2009 22:26:47 +0000 http://girlontheright.com/?p=3459#comment-7284 Canada seems to be mimicking the UK with its hospital wait times. As far back as 1980 I smashed a brand new motorbike into a car in Manchester, northern England. The dope in the car did a 'U' turn without looking behind him so I T-boned him at 30mph. I bounced off the car and lay on the road in the pouring rain for 30 minutes before the ambulance showed up. After that, I was on a stretcher in emergency for two hours before some doctor from Bangladesh with a thick accent could take a look at me and arrange for X-rays. A young girl next to me was in there even longer than me and crying with the pain. I later discovered that she suffered a broken pelvis. There were no MRI's back then - just X-rays. Thankfully, I didn't break any bones but was badly bruised and concussed. two and a half decades later in Canada, I took my youngest (aged 12) to an emergency room in Calgary after he gashed open his arm in a backyard accident. We waited for over three hours before he was tended to and had stitches put in the wound. Three f***ing hours of bleeding, while middle-aged poofters with badminton raquets were admitted before him with strained ligaments. I only hope it doesn't get any worse. Canada seems to be mimicking the UK with its hospital wait times. As far back as 1980 I smashed a brand new motorbike into a car in Manchester, northern England. The dope in the car did a ‘U’ turn without looking behind him so I T-boned him at 30mph. I bounced off the car and lay on the road in the pouring rain for 30 minutes before the ambulance showed up. After that, I was on a stretcher in emergency for two hours before some doctor from Bangladesh with a thick accent could take a look at me and arrange for X-rays. A young girl next to me was in there even longer than me and crying with the pain. I later discovered that she suffered a broken pelvis. There were no MRI’s back then - just X-rays. Thankfully, I didn’t break any bones but was badly bruised and concussed.

two and a half decades later in Canada, I took my youngest (aged 12) to an emergency room in Calgary after he gashed open his arm in a backyard accident. We waited for over three hours before he was tended to and had stitches put in the wound. Three f***ing hours of bleeding, while middle-aged poofters with badminton raquets were admitted before him with strained ligaments.

I only hope it doesn’t get any worse.

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