"When universal health care kicks in, where are we going to get enough doctors to treat them all?"
This exactly happened, apparently, - masses of people seeking routine dental and pediatric care - when England went to National Health in 1948, according to Atul Gawande's article in the current New Yorker here: [link]
2 week, post-surgery check-up - All good. YAY!
ION, I want to eat like a giant cake or maybe a pie. I could definately down a few cinnamon rolls. Chances of me sneaking bad for me food around mac is zero. I could buy him something in order to have soemthing myself. bad mommy.
Can't you get something to eat on the train? Like a single cinnamon roll?
Hurray!
I, too, tend to have to eat my evil treats at lunch at work. It's a parental occupational hazard, or possibly a delicious ncessity.
What you need is a bakery that will make a pastry that looks like spinach to the untrained eye.
Yay msbelle!
ION, it sound like there is a Nazi rally being held outside my building but I can't see a thing.