Farida Haque
1 min readJun 25, 2023

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When my son was a student at McGill, I was in Montreal dropping off his stuff. I didn’t realize that within a day I would develop high fever, chills extreme pain in lower back and front and blood in urine. It was a raging kidney infection. I rushed into a hospital, McGill I think, where I was examined after a wait of three hours. The doctor conceded I was really sick but I was refused antibiotics! Refused! I begged for a few broad spectrum antibiotic pills but no, I needed a prescription from my doctor in Washington DC whom I was unable to contact. I was incredulous. I was ushered out with two pills for my trip back home. After hearing paeans of praise for the Canadian system I was horrified by the treatment meted out to me. My husband drove me back immediately to DC.

So Canada was not there for me, folks. Shudder. Sorry Umair.
Love Montreal though.

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Farida Haque
Farida Haque

Written by Farida Haque

Multimedia artist, writer, poet. “I could not have painted myself happy without painting myself sad first…” faridahaque@gmail.com

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