Thursday, February 21, 2008

Foot falls and hockey

I've always been curious about wait times at the Queensway Carleton Hospital.
Intrepid reporter that I am, I decided to investigate, kick loose some dirt on Ottawa's west end hospital, and in doing so get a leg up on my blog-writing competition.
But how to penetrate the veil of secrecy?
Clearly this called for an inside job.
I needed an injury, and I needed one quick.
Relying on my boss's renowned temper and his love of soccer, I insulted his favourite team in the English Premier League.
"Chelsea is a girl's name," I told him.
He looked up from the doughnut he was munching.
"What?"
"I said, 'Chelsea is a girl's name.'"
"So?"
"The Chelsea Soccer Football Club is named after a girl. Chelsea."
"OK."
Not working. Time for a new tactic.
"I like Arsenal's chances this year," I said.
One broken foot and an ambulance ride later, I was sitting in the waiting room of the Queensway Carleton, surrounded by a motley collection of men, women and children of all ages, all either groaning, or clutching various body parts or both.
Like a casting call for a circus freak movie or Night of the Living Dead part whatever.
The room was quiet except for minimal chatter and the sound of some middle age guy slurping his Tim Horton's coffee, farting and snorting. Did I mention he sat across from me.
The nursing staff at emergency were clearly overwhelmed with the Family Day traffic of sickies.
"We're way behind," said the nurse who took my health card information. "You won't see a doctor for at least another hour."
Wonderful.
One hour later, a mechanical voice read my name over the emergency room PA system.
I went to the registry station, where a nurse gave my foot a cursory examination.
"That must hurt," she said.
"Why, yes. Yes it does," I replied, with a courageous yet devil may care grin on my face.
"What happened?"
"I said Arsenal had a good shot in the playoffs this year."
"Oh. Well then."
I was sent to the cubicle section. And I waited.
The doctor looked at my foot and directed me to the X-Ray room.
Where I waited.
To make a long story short, I spent a little over four hours from start to diagnosis, in the hospital merry go round -- this isn't a shot at the staff, they did a great job processing a huge number of people with what looked like inadequate staff.
My experience was not unusual one member of the hospital staff told me -- wait times at emergency are usually long.

Hockey talk:
Intriguing possible trade:
Emery for Khabibulin
#2 pick (2008 draft), Zubov, Meszaros for Foote and Peca
What about a package deal with Chicago that brought both Khabibulin and Havlat.
Bryan Murray and John Paddock have both said all season long that the Sens need to get bigger, a little more bangers to go with the mash, hopefully a power forward and some players with Stanley Cup experience.
Murray has also said that he's not looking at upgrading his goaltending.
But goaltending wins Cups -- and right now Emery and Gerber don't fit the bill.
Is Mr. Bulin the answer?
Hossa would be a nice addition, but I don't believe Ottawa can afford the price.
The Sens need to upgrade on size and grit if they want to compete with Anaheim, who will likely emerge from the west conference, in the Stanley Cup playoffs.
Power forward, reliable goaltender, help on defence and two balanced scoring lines could equal a visit from Lord Stanley.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Which hospital will you investigate next? Do you want me to break your arm this time? Hmm, guess that would make typing difficult, eh...

Anonymous said...

I am suing for libel.
Signed,
The man who farts, but never slurps his coffee.