That title will only make sense if you know who Sarah Palin is.
So today we went out to drop off some family videos for conversion to digital and then we went shopping for yummy M&S food, and the whole day was going well but when we arrived home, Phil managed to hit his head on the edge of the car door, and there was blood everywhere. After we got it to stop bleeding, I tried to persuade him to go to the hospital but he didn’t want to, but then we went to the chemists to get some antiseptic lotion and they also thought he should go to the hospital for stitches, so he finally agreed.
I only have one picture for today, which I took while I was waiting for him.
There were going to be more pictures but honestly he was in and out so fast that I didn’t have time to look around for things to snap. They examined him, asked him some questions, closed the wound with tissue adhesive, and we were free to go all within 20 minutes of arriving.
It was a sharp contrast to my experience of emergency rooms in America. One day my arm went numb and after dithering for a while, I figured that they always warn you about strokes and heart attacks and tell you to go get checked out, so I went to the emergency room. They triaged me quickly, and had me fill out multiple forms, and made sure they got my insurance information, but then I sat and sat and sat. Eventually someone took me into an exam room and left me there. And I waited and waited and waited. All alone, in a gown, with nothing to read or listen to or watch and with a numb arm. Every now and then the door would open and every time it was the billing lady, who wanted to know if I had been treated and would I like to make my payment now. NO I HAVE NOT! AND LUCKILY I HAVEN’T HAD A STROKE YET!
3 hours later, I finally saw a doctor. By then my arm wasn’t numb anymore and the EKG she did was fine, so I went home (after I stopped and gave my credit card to the billing lady).
If you’ve been living in America, the most shocking thing about healthcare in this country is the fact there is never a billing lady. The second most shocking thing is that there is never a form. Not one. They ask your name and address, they type it in the system, find you in the central database, and then they tell you to sit down and then a doctor or nurse comes and you get taken care of and that’s that.
So no death panels. Who knew?