Mallory had her cast off at CHEO this morning. Her arm feels a bit tentative and as anyone who’s ever had a cast remembers, the skin on her arm was pretty gross. But she’s happy to be free of the thing. As am I.
It’s huge. Massive sprawl. Lots and lots of subdivisions, wide roads and shopping malls. On our way up to the farm we’d drive right up main street and someone in the car would always point out where premier Bill Davis lived.
CBC Marketplace has a really compelling exposé of the effects of cutbacks to and privatization of hospital cleaning. Astounding. Cleaners who used to have responsibility for one floor now cleaning three. People given 15 minutes to clean a room that normally takes an hour.
Well I feel better now, knowing that provincial governments have now joined the ranks of the scorned and disenfranchised. Unions now have some company. That whole no negotiation this is what you’re getting thing has been the hallmark of Tory policy dealing with those-who-are-not-us since the beginning.
The Toronto Star is fluffing up a College of Family Physicians of Canada press release about how something like five million of us don’t have doctors. Like it’s a problem.