I am a happy proud Canadian. Always have been. I am grateful I live here.
Right now I am grateful for where I live plus many other things because I had hernia repair surgery a few days ago.
Said problem was discovered in April, diagnosed in May, and gotten shed of in June. That's fast for our health care system.
There was a redundancy protocol in place wherein almost everyone I spoke to from the day surgery room nurse to the anesthetist, the OR nurse, and the surgeon confirmed who I was, what I had, what was being done, and what part of my body it was being done to. It's the kind of thing I can see some patients losing patience with.
No this one.
I am happy each practitioner took the time and trouble to follow the rules and check.
Because of my heart condition I had spinal anesthetic and was advised of this in a meeting with one of the doctors ten days prior to surgery.
I was told what to expect so I could prepare for it, and I researched it, too, as I had an unreasonable fear of it. I said so on the table and was reassured again.
I am grateful for all of this plus the surgery went well.
I hurt, but it's a proper hurt and I am grateful for it because it means the matter was taken care of.
I am grateful it was in Canada because we can be assured the practitioners are properly trained, the OR is properly kitted out, the place is properly clean, and everyone involved cares enough to not want any mistakes.
And, yes, I am grateful because I am Canadian and I don't have to pay for medically necessary procedures out of my own pocket.
Happy Birthday, Canada.
I'll hoist a glass in your honour as soon as the antibiotics are out of my system.
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