This Sunday, I woke up to turn off my alarm at 8am, so that I can go to school and study CS341, in which I totally failed the final. In short, in a whimsy, I stepped on my bag on the floor, the bag slipped, and therefore I slipped, I fell on the ground, and whacked my feet on the bed post.The initial pain was a bitch, I thought I had lost a nail or bruised my feet, but upon a closer inspection my little toe has an odd offset. (Clearly it was broken.) So off to the hospital we go. (Now three days later, I finally understand what it feels like to break a bone.)

Second time visit to the emergency room in Canada, oh jolly, another 4 hour wait. Which makes the whole “emergency” thing a big oxymoron.

It is just plain silly to sit and wait for 4 hours to get a bloody broken toe fixed. (Now, given that if I had the guts, or experience, I would tape the thing myself).

Although I do think a simple solution would be for hospitals to have more than one doctor. But then that would means more money for health care that the government, and in turn, tax payers have to dish out.

On the other hand, I’ve evaluated the situation, and the best solution is: move to the states, and get private health care.

End of rant

But now I have a broken bone in my body, which made things a hundred times more inconvenient. Especially during this period of the year where exams are coming up, and visiting people for the holidays. Regardless, I shall borrow a cane, and my bone should take 6 weeks to heal. End of January, I can’t wait.

Never truly appreciated the fact that without broken bones I can walk normally, pee normally, and not be like a bloody bunny and hop all over the place, god forbid that I broke another bone in the future…