...except that her colonoscopy won't happen now until... well, probably never.
She was told by the nurses that she was fine and that there probably wasn't any reason for her to stay any longer. So just as she was about to leave, the GI specialists come and tells her she can't leave and that her colonoscopy is scheduled for tomorrow.
If I stay another day, Fiona asked, is the 'scopy guaranteed to happen? No, of course not, they replied. Then I'm going home for a shower, she said.
So that's that. More than 82 hours in the ER being fed nothing but liquids, jello, and a hearty helping of seeing the city's most injured come in and out, and no word on what's wrong.
It almost - not quite, but ALMOST - makes me think a two-tiered health care system would work. Except that no one in my family would pay for medical attention. Bah, broken leg? I have another. Vaccines? Who needs 'em. I don't have the disease now, I'm sure not going to get it later. Am I right?
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