Rattling the Bones

Yesterday’s blog entry was triggered by a visit to the doctor’s office. As many of you know I struggle with chronic illness and hospital stays are often unfortunately, a normal occurrence. I highly dislike (not to use the word hate) anything that has to do with western medicine. Even as an infant I was extremely anxious when it came to going to the paediatrician. As a child it only got worst. I remember crying and having bowel symptoms before any kind of doctor’s appointment. By the time, I could choose whether to consult a physician or not, the choice was taken away from me because of juvenile diabetes. Depending on doctors for drug prescriptions made it impossible for me to follow my father’s route and see a physician only once in a blue moon. To be honest if it would have been left to me I wouldn’t be standing here semi-lecturing you about the value of healthy attitudes. I’d be roaming the realm of the ancestors and bugging you from the after-life. Almost ten years ago I...

    My daughter needed to get a prescription filled this month (thank Creator – she is not sick); but she couldn’t get to her doctor (specialist).    She has two months left of the medication but the doctor’s appointment isn’t before 6 months.   So we decided to visit a local clinic and see a GP (general practitioner) in order to get a new prescription.   Would you believe that most clinics were full up by 9:00am which means that they couldn’t take in more patients.   They were FULL for the day. I was told that patients line up outside the clinic between 6:00 and 8:00am, rain or shine. The clinic only opens at 8:30. The CLSC will actually refuse you if you are not from the region.   Now let me paint you a picture --- not being from the region implies for these people that you are not from the two towns that they’ve chosen to give services to.   In actuality the region is composed of 5 towns that were recently reunited together by the Government because they thought it would be eas...