I traveled to another county this weekend to visit my relative at the hospital. My relative is dying of cancer in one of the filthiest, dingy crapholes in this province that dares call itself a hospital. Peeling paint, dirty floors, ignorant staff who can't tell you fuck all, no one responding to calls, no one to pick up overcrowded trays and loud fucking country and western music blasting in the hallway. My relative was a hard working man for 50 years, paid more than his fare share of taxes and yet he is forced to die in a squalor that should make our health department hang its head in shame. A few years back, my elderly aunt was in the transition unit of the Halifax hospital and it was the same horrible conditions. It makes me shudder to think what will happen when the rest of us are old. It'll probably be a Soylent Green solution. —Give Me a Good Ol' Fashioned Heart Attack