After spending yet another night in the ER with Mom, I feel qualified to advise the candidates regarding health care issues. Wanna talk cutbacks, Messrs. Obama and Romney? There is something radically wrong with the need for seven hours to execute three tests and one breathing treatment, on a (thankfully) slow night. An antibiotic was prescribed for a UTI and bronchitis... no antidote for the agonizing time spent. Criticism might have been held to a minimum, had George wandered through, all decked out in scrubs. But that was not the case. Nothing and no one glamorous here.
Not to worry, as Mom is doing a bit better, today... and we hope to score more than an hour of sleep, tonight.
