In Germany, they came first for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist;
And then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;
And then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;
And then . . . they came for me . . . And by that time there was no one left to speak up."
Just maybe..."if (wo)men and elves join together we can protect middle earth", from the Dark Lord Sauron, and his undead Nazgûl servants, instead of "minding our own business" and waiting for *our turn* to be destroyed.
It's not just Olive View, King Drew, or County hospitals. Overcrowding, increased errors, and inadequate care is happening *all over* people...everywhere. This is not a poor people, brown skinned, welfare, housing project, trailer trash, ghetto, problem.
Also interesting in Los Angeles news...
"Racial Cleansing" of African Americans by Mexicans in Los Angeles neighborhoods. You don't have to go to Darfur to get a taste of this...apparently. And this is the city of the rich and famous, where "the streets are paved in gold." Hollywood and Malibu.
And last but not least...Emergency room manners:
If your spouse (usually the sensible one) drags you in for the stroke that you had 3 days ago and you still have facial droop, slurred speech, and one-sided paralysis do not state that “My wife made me come in” when I ask why you’re here. Just tell me what the fuck you’re here for. And after I put you in line to go back to the ER do not send your cringing hand-wringing co-dependant family members up to me every 15 minutes to ask if it’s your turn yet. IF IT WAS YOUR TURN WE WOULD BE CALLING YOUR GOD DAMN NAME. The window for stroke treatment was 3 hours. Now that you’re long past it you’re looking at a lengthy rehab. After 3 days another hour or four won’t make a lick of difference. Your anger, frustration, worry, and regret will not get you in any faster. As the slow truth of your stupidity sinks in do not glare at me.
Do not tell me that you “Can’t breathe” in long rambling 20 word sentences.
Similarly, do not tell me that little Shantiqua is ‘bleeding bad’ with her 1cm cut, that your bullshit pain is 10/10, that you are suicidal when you took 3 Tylenol instead of 2 (gasp!) after mommy grounded you, or that because your emergency is the worse that you’ve ever had, that it’s the worst that could possibly happen in the sum total of human experience. I’m supposed to act like your story is the saddest tale that I’ve ever heard. It’s not.
The worst thing is doctors that not only won’t see their own patients, but they send them into the ER with a wildly unrealistic set of expectations. “My doctor told me to come in right away and to go right back! He said I was too sick to wait in the lobby. He ordered you to do tests, they are (stop me if you’ve heard this one before) ON THE COMPUTER”. I’m not taking shit for orders from some lazy-ass, wart burning, boil lancing, sprained ankle rotating, sore throat examining general practitioner who has assessed you OVER THE PHONE and doesn’t even have ER privileges.
I'm still recovering from my ABEM oral board exams (trying to work shifts in order to 1) pay my bills since I've been gone; 2) make money in order to pay down my credit cards after using them to charge everything that taking these exams entail...travel, hotel, suits, board prep courses, exam costs, and so forth and so on....)
More insightful posts forthcoming....