May I give top marks to the Canadian health care system. It looked after me for a month, after a surgeon re-attached a tendon to my right knee. (I fell down the bottom three steps in the Spadina subway station, my bad eyes having misjudged my distance to the ground level.) It will take me many more weeks before I have recaptured the status quo. (I am now staying with my son in a condo – no stairs!)
Special thanks to Canada’s recent immigration policies. The operating room in the Mount Sinai Hospital made me feel I was in Calcutta, and only one of the many lovely nurses who looked after me there and at the Bridgepoint rehab paradise was Anglo-Saxon. Her name is Amanda but she has never heard of OUR Amanda (a TV business journalist currently embroiled in a controversy)!