"My name is Steve. I'll be taking care of you tonight," he said menacingly. I just nodded and said, "OK," and sat up on the edge of the bed and put both feet on the floor in case I had to make a break for it. I wasn't sure if he was going to be "taking care of me" in the traditional "Russian mob" sense, or in the traditional "new fish in the cell-block" sense, but either way I didn't like the sound of it.I have recently had occasion to experience, in-depth so to speak, the homegrown healthcare experience.
Let's just say I have come to appreciate some of the complexity involved in putting Humpty-Dumpty back together again.
