19:13 - 08/13/2013
Driven
Made it to the Marda Gras, dear diary. It was entertaining and offered colourful and interesting sights - street performer juggling big knives, but it was unbearably hot too. Should have trusted my gut and worn lighter clothes. Bleagh. All the politicians were hanging out there too. Couldn't mean several elections brewing, could it? We already know about the one for the city, but the provincial bevy and the feds? Hmmmm. Left for home after A+ was unsettled by the arrival of emergency vehicles. We were separated at the time - I guess he thought they had come for me.
Went to the doctor's next day. Such a lecture I got. You would think that after over a year of tests, one little wobble in the results wouldn't be such a big deal. I think he was more worried about his accreditation - new to this province - than he was about the state of my health. Threatened to ship me off to specialists whose income depends on finding things wrong with me. Give me a good GP any day.
Right now I think our health care system is geared to serve technicians (bureaucrats) and bean counters (bureaucrats) Heaven help us sickies, um patients. Even now, we patients (patience)are referred to as clients or customers, never as patients any more. Sigh.
However, if I am not deemed compliant, then my tiny little subsidy will be withdrawn. So much for just getting better. What I was starting to feel the past three months. I need to get a real job with a real wage to escape from the patient as lab rat syndrome that seems to have taken over our public health system. No wonder private health care is becoming so popular round these parts - if one can afford it. Sigh.
I did get paid for my quality assurance assignments, but it will only buy one bag of (cheap) groceries. Wish I was stronger and healthier, then I could look after myself and maybe travel the world a bit. I want to backpack across Europe or take to their waterways. Maybe next lifetime. Be careful what you wish for, eh?
I found an article about living on a ship in your own apartment, while it cruises the world, all services provided including medical, I think. That would be a dream, dear diary.
Better go back to reading "Cat on the Edge" - the premise is almost as improbable. I am not a big cat - even though A+ implies I am. Talk with you soon, dear diary.
Love having the house - and computer - to myself again; yay new-to-the family car!
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