Disturbing Scene

Disturbing scene this morning, on my walk to work.

I always walk past the emergency department of the hospital in my neighbourhood - which has restricted hours. It opens at 9:00 a.m. daily.

This morning, at 8:54 a.m., outside the emerg, there was an older man clutching his heart, and a younger man with him pulling on all the locked doors and peering in the windows.

What a nightmare. What a choice to have to make: do you wait the six minutes for the doors to open, or do you get in your car, get into rush-hour traffic, and try to make it across the bridge to the emergency department that IS open?

There's something very wrong about a hospital emergency department with restricted hours.