Ill in New Zealand: What I Learned About National Healthcare.
“We need to fly you to Christchurch this afternoon,” the doctor on the phone said. “Take some time to pack a bag and then come to the ED,” he continued. “The plane is on its way.” I was stunned. And felt fine…more than fine. I had done a 45-minute HIIT workout the day before. Plus, I was in the middle of making waffles for my kids. How dare anything interfere with waffles. I couldn’t reconcile my (apparent) fitness and need for breakfast pastry with having a serious medical problem. I numbly packed some necessities and reported to the emergency department….
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