Returning to Montreal General
Feb. 20th, 2006 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mythtellerA week and a half ago, I picked up a nasty cold (after spending every available moment at the General Hospital, I should've known I'd pick up something like this) which included congestion, fever, and a nasty cough. Now all I'm left with is the nasty dry cough, which isn't producing much aside from headaches from the intense spasming in my chest.
After much prodding by my entourage, I caved and went to the CLSC to see what they could do (around 2pm). The nurse examined me and suggested that I go to the hospital walk-in to get a ventalin treatment to open up my lung passageways (my wheezing alarmed her).
So I arrived around 5pm and waited. And waited. And waited. At 10pm, I was told I was next in line, so after waiting for 5 hours, I figured I couldn't give up now. At 12am, I was told there were 3 people ahead of me. So after 7 hours of waiting and seeing no one, I gave up and went home.
I can't afford to be gone for that long. Ms. Carotte was home alone all that time with her broken leg and I'm supposed to be watching her. Granted, nothing went wrong, but I couldn't afford to be out for another few hours.
Next time I have to go to the General, I think I'll get a beret, fake a foreign accent, and declare to be the Prince of Moldovia. "If I am not tended to immediately, I will have you all shot at dawn!"
The irony is that I'm sure the psyche ward would take me immediately.
After much prodding by my entourage, I caved and went to the CLSC to see what they could do (around 2pm). The nurse examined me and suggested that I go to the hospital walk-in to get a ventalin treatment to open up my lung passageways (my wheezing alarmed her).
So I arrived around 5pm and waited. And waited. And waited. At 10pm, I was told I was next in line, so after waiting for 5 hours, I figured I couldn't give up now. At 12am, I was told there were 3 people ahead of me. So after 7 hours of waiting and seeing no one, I gave up and went home.
I can't afford to be gone for that long. Ms. Carotte was home alone all that time with her broken leg and I'm supposed to be watching her. Granted, nothing went wrong, but I couldn't afford to be out for another few hours.
Next time I have to go to the General, I think I'll get a beret, fake a foreign accent, and declare to be the Prince of Moldovia. "If I am not tended to immediately, I will have you all shot at dawn!"
The irony is that I'm sure the psyche ward would take me immediately.
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Date: 2006-03-05 02:58 pm (UTC)It's funny how people sitting in the walk-in in are pissy cause they had already waited almost 2 hours in the waiting room.