Pretty much everything is “crap” these days, unfortunately.
Three nights ago, my elderly mom (88) was having some sort of stomach issue. I was awake most of the night, praying I would not have to take her to the ER with all the COVID crap going on at the hospitals. It’s a terrible feeling to be worried, if not actually afraid, to go to a hospital now. It turned out mom was fine the next morning, but I’m super pi$$ed at what is going on with the medical industrial complex.
First of all, I’m delighted your mom is ok! Go, Mom!
Secondly, I’ve had reason the last few months to have frequent contact with the medical industrial complex.
Oh, what I have experienced. And, boy, what I have seen.
Let’s just say, it’s a good thing my guardian angel has been working overtime. And that both hubby and I have the brains to ask questions and not be satisfied with BS.
And, after this, I’m ready to self-identify as a yuge cat and show up at my vet’s, who I do trust, for any future medical care I might need.