Homelessness in Ottawa; an Election Issue

September 22, 2202

One of our mayoral candidates in the municipal election, for Ottawa this fall,

vows to end chronic homelessness in Ottawa, in four years. This is a bold and noble goal. Does this mean that there will be no homeless in Ottawa in four years? Do we know how many homeless people we’ll have in Ottawa in four years? No, we do not. But, OK. This is a lofty goal, and we should not get hung up on details.

I found statistics on homelessness in Ottawa difficult to understand. The best information I gathered is there are between 1400 and 1800 homeless in Ottawa, on an average day.

Compared to other Canadian cities, the size of Ottawa’s homeless population is not the worst. The homeless population in Red Deer is 0.31 percent of the population; in Vancouver and Edmonton, it is 0.27 percent, while in Ottawa, it is 0.18 percent.

Homeless people concentrate downtown Ottawa to the huge displeasure of the area’s residents, while the problem is much less apparent elsewhere in the city.

In a survey conducted on October 27 and 28, in Ottawa, 55 percent of the homeless used shelters while 9 percent slept on the streets. Others bunked down with friends. (Over half of the homeless were racialized, and of all the homeless, over 25 percent were Canadian natives).  

 The mayoral candidate proposes to build “supportive” housing for 250 individuals and provide housing “allowances” for another 250 people and families. Although it is good to have a specific proposal, the downside is that there may be more homeless in four years, in which case, the candidate will not achieve the stated goal.

But, to me, the more important question is whether a sustainable long-term solution to the homeless problem is achievable by building and subsidizing housing. Why have people become homeless in the first place? Surveys show that although housing is important, substance abuse, poverty, mental health issues, and low wages are common characteristics among the homeless. I think these underlying issues will have to be dealt with before finding a sustainable solution. Otherwise, this proposal will be nothing more than a bandaid for the short term.

And if the word spreads that Ottawa is kind to the homeless and provides housing for them, the homeless from other parts of Canada may flock to Ottawa. The homeless population may balloon.

The City of Portland OR is an example, where a sympathetic Mayor tolerated tent encampments to such an extent that in some neighborhoods people are afraid to walk on the streets. Vandalism and robbery have become common. I am sure Ottawan does not want to follow the Portland example.

Providing subsidized housing is one answer to homelessness, but until governments deal with mental health issues, substance abuse, education, and the availability of sustaining jobs, I do not believe homelessness will be solved any time soon.

Experience with Doctors and Pharmacists

September 10, 2022

In late August at the cottage, I had a few cups of black coffee before breakfast. Soon after finishing my coffee, I felt queasy and dizzy. I had to lie down to get my mojo back; it took a few hours to get rid of the dizziness.

The next unpleasant experience occurred during the drive home from the cottage, when I suddenly felt like blacking out, with my vision blurring and experiencing weakness. It took a few deep yoga breaths to get my composure back. Fortunately, I was on the passenger side.

These scary experiences led me to an urgent visit to my medical clinic. There, the nurse practitioner gave me requisitions for blood testing, a Holter monitor (heart monitor) for seventy-two hours, a stress test and an ECG.

The next morning, I still felt dizzy and that made me go to an emergency room (ER) where they put me thru a thorough blood test, urine test and an ECG. After six hours the emergency doctor gave me a clean bill of health and suggested that I follow up with my family doctor should I continue to experience dizziness.

If my heart is all right, what might cause the morning dizziness (by the afternoons the dizziness subsided)? I became suspicious of one new pill I take, prescribed for me a few months ago, and I stopped at my pharmacist to check if some of the meds I take may work against this new pill. The pharmacist found this pill contradicts in its effect with another one I take and recommended a change to one of them. The next day I saw the prescribing doctor, who immediately agreed with the pharmacist’s  advice and gave me a substitution, another pill.

In some ways I was stunned the doctor did not question the advice from the pharmacist at all: but it made me think, do doctors know and understand what they prescribe? What damage could wrong prescriptions cause to patients?

My appreciation for pharmacists went up a few notches; they are knowledgeable of pharmaceuticals and decided that they know more about meds than doctors.

Based on the results of my visit to the ER, we decided to follow up on our vacation plan to go to Myrtle Beach, SC, and meet with family for a few days. It was a two-day trip, and we enjoyed the vacation until I received an email to phone my medical office immediately. When I contacted them, they told me to go to an emergency department ASAP. It was a terrible downer for me, and I asked what the cause or the reason was for going to ER, ASAP. I explained that I was in South Carolina and despite my Canadian medical insurance, it could be an expensive affair. I talked with a nurse at the clinic who did not know why I should go to ER immediately but promised to email the doctor to find out the reason: what was I going to say to the local ER, what was wrong with me which brought me to ER?

The nurse responded by email in an hour, and repeated that I should go to ER and attached two reports and told me to print them out to take with me – the results of the ECG and the results of the Holter report. We consulted with two acquaintances, both doctors, one is an ER doctor, and sent them the Holter report and the ECG, which they found not super urgent to attend to.

Confused by all these views, we decided to see how I felt the next day and still feeling bad in the morning we decided to drive home.

The next phase of my adventure was even more strange; we went to a different hospital ER in Ottawa, where I went thru all the testing again only to be told the Holter and ECG reports did not justify leaving our vacation early. This ER doc consulted with a cardiologist, so the news I received was very comforting to me.

So, what do I make of all of this when my family doctor says I am in dire need to visit an ER and two other docs and a second ER visit give me a clean bill of health? One must conclude that the medical advice from my clinic was misguided or plain wrong. Perhaps the attending doctor on duty at my family clinic was not fully knowledgeable how to interpret Holter monitoring results?  But why did he/she not call me to explain why my situation was bad? Is this expecting too much?

But, if I had gone to a local ER in the U.S. and if they had found my visit unnecessary, my insurance would not have paid for the visit, potentially costing me thousands of US dollars. And it may have given me a black mark in my record for future travel insurance, having a heart issue identified, even if it was wrong.

I think it was wrong of the attending doctor at my clinic not to check with other doctors or a cardiologist before ordering me to visit an ER, ASAP.   But, perhaps more importantly, he should have communicated in person, by phone, to tell me the “dire” news.

Although I felt much better being at home, I still felt a bit weak the next few days in the mornings, and now I was beginning to suspect that it must be my meds that are the problem, since I was fully examined and tested in two ERs over a two week period. So, what do I do? I looked at my meds again and talked to two pharmacists to check out how my meds may interfere with each other and what side effects they may have.

Both pharmacists immediately identified that I should not take two of my pills at the same time and suggested that I take one in the morning and the other in the evening. Not rocket science if you know your pharmaceuticals.

Lessons learned: do not immediately believe what your doctors tell you; ask for explanations. And check with your pharmacist regarding your pills. My appreciation for pharmacists had jumped astronomically after these recent experiences with them.

Canadian Healthcare 2. Patients Dying in ER and Other Critical Issues

September 6, 2022

Canadians pride themselves on having the best healthcare system in the world. Politicians tell Canadians they have the best system. And people believe it is good because it is publicly funded and is universal.  Yet, studies consistently show that the Canadian system ranks often at the bottom in terms of access, etc. among OECD countries.

Private healthcare is anathema to the Canadian public; they have been led to believe it would draw doctors away from the public system and create double-tier healthcare benefiting the privileged classes, which includes politicians, people of influence, and physicians). who can pay.

Yet, eye care, dental care, physio treatments, and other healthcare services have always been provided outside the government’s healthcare system.

The government pays doctors’ fees for their services. Doctors are small business owners, but their practice is controlled by the government paying agreed-upon fees for patient visits, procedures, and other consultations. The fees are negotiated between the doctors’ association and the government periodically, just like union/employer negotiations.

Not everybody has a family doctor. Due to the shortage of doctors, people are encouraged to use emergency rooms in such situations. That is one reason why ER rooms have become crowded, but what other options do people have if they do not have a family doctor? Compounding this problem is the fact that family doctor clinics more and more choose not to provide holiday and weekend coverage – sending people to the ER as well.

Now Ontario faces the terrible challenge of crowded ER rooms where people die awaiting service.

In a recent article on Canada’s worsening health care crisis, the National Post’s Sharon Kirkey quoted medical insiders who said that emergency rooms are now so backlogged that Canadians risk seeing rising numbers of patients killed or permanently disabled by otherwise preventable conditions.

“I never thought I would say that. But those of us working in emergency medicine have seen people with serious problems … not be able to access the actual department,” said Saint John emergency doctor Paul Atkinson.  

Reading this article, an American friend commented (and most Americans think Canada has a great healthcare system):

“Sounds as if the ER situation is seriously dire! Never imagined ERs would ever temporarily close or that triage would fail so miserably. Why aren’t student nurses or even orderlies pressed into service in waiting areas checking at frequent intervals on people as they wait to be seen by doctors, by doing even basic things like talking to people to see if they are still breathing, worsening, or still stable??  Very stressful time for patients, family, and staff. Burnout and attrition among stressed medical staff bound to worsen, just as it has among teachers, school bus drivers, police, etc.—no easy solutions, but the policy makers better try to find more sustainable procedures asap before the systems crash entirely.”

My wife, who has spent many years volunteering in the healthcare field responded to her:

“I know a few years ago at the hospital I am familiar with we wanted to use volunteers in one of the cancer clinics to simply review routine things with patients to prepare them before coming in for some treatments…something we had been doing for several years until the unions decided that should be union jobs, so we had to stop using very capable volunteers. Volunteers have subsequently been limited to, for the most part, helping patients and visitors with wayfinding. When a patient is discharged the family often must find the wheelchair and help the patient into it… nurses are not permitted to do that job or wheel patients to their cars and orderlies are not available.”

Until a few years ago the hospital could perform MRIs for only 7 hours a day because the province only provided funding for the technicians for that number of hours, despite long waiting lists. Of course, the province had no problem opening the MRI area for members of the hockey team because they were “special” and were allowed to negotiate a contract…but only they could use it. Despite very long lineups for all diagnostics, there is no charge to the patient if they do not show up..often leaving holes in the schedule for a valuable resource. The system is in utter shambles.”

“My family doctor recently sent us a note that the clinic will no longer be doing anything by telephone…all requests, even routine prescription renewals, requisition for massage therapy, physical therapy..both of which you need to activate your insurance, Routine monitoring that they used to do by phone will require an in-person visit. We are no longer able to send an email with a question. Never used it too much, thank goodness, but apparently during COVID the province created a fee schedule that allowed the doctor to get the same fee for telephone and zoom consultations as for an office visit but recently apparently lowered this fee, prompting our clinic’s response.  Also, most, if not all, physician’s office and clinics in Ottawa do not have 24/7 coverage. Some have Saturday morning coverage via their urgent care status, but you must have an appointment…if they are booked you are directed to the emergency dept of the hospital.  Our family health clinic, which has 16 doctors, is in this category; with 16 doctors, they do not see it as their responsibility to do after-hours or weekend coverage…referring you to the emergency dept. It is ridiculous and such a waste of resources….and, of course, is a factor in overwhelming the emergency department, and burnout of triage nurses. Just a total mess, last weekend a local Hospital closed its emergency department, as did one of the hospitals in the Ottawa Valley. Hospitals are divided east and west and have worked out some rotation system for closure, I think, because of lack of doctors…”

No question the delivery of healthcare is complex. But many services could be improved right now. Why do we not do it? For example, highly expensive MRI machines sit idly in some hospitals because of a lack of money to pay for staff for twenty-four-hour, seven-day service. And with no financial penalty for people who have an appointment for an MRI,  but fail to show, while others are waiting months. So, we have the equipment and high demand for MRIs, and we let the machines sit idle. Let’s solve this problem immediately!

As well, we should take a close look at the “myth” of private healthcare as undesirable. We should study countries with private/public healthcare systems and develop one suited to Canadians. We would be joining most of the rest of the western world if we did this, including Europe. And yes, we should train more doctors to alleviate the shortage (or perhaps also look at better/easier ways to accredit the large number of foreign-trained doctors who are allowed to immigrate to Canada because of their medical education but wait years to be able to practice.

A Day at the Cottage. Idle Thoughts.

August 28, 2022

The lake was smooth, and I was sipping my first cup of coffee on the deck early in the morning. The grumble of a starting boat engine woke me from my meditation, which is usually to think of nothing. How inconsiderate, waking everybody up at 7 am. The large inboard/outboard ambled out of the bay and slowly coasted down close to the shore in front of me. I was having my second cup when I saw the boat coming back and then turning direction again, with a young male standing at the wheel but not fishing. That was surprising. What was he doing? Then an aluminum boat appeared and circled the other one and the two boaters talked with each other. I thought that was strange, a meeting early morning on the lake. It appeared to me the first boater was waiting for the other and just coasted on the lake until the other one arrived. The Ozark episodes on Netflix came to my mind where drugs were distributed to boats on a lake while a preacher gave a sermon to the anchored boaters. Oh, shut up. Your imagination is running wild. Probably just two friends from Toronto discovered that both have a place on the same lake and arranged to meet.

We came up to the cottage on Birch Island the night before, to relax after family visits and to eat up the leftovers. We did not have anything to carry over to the cottage and did not use the carts at the marina for moving stuff to the boat. But we saw the weekenders had begun to arrive and fill the parking lot. Disturbing was a couple of young people bringing, what looked like a huge sound system. Sound travels far on the lake and we do not cherish late-night parties. A worse scenario is when we see cases of beer carried onto the boats.

But it was a quiet night, and the morning was relaxing on the deck, punctuated by the two motorboats trolling now along the lake in front of me, with the two young people fishing. I decided to go for a walk on the island.

Walking, I came upon one nice cottage and was confronted by its owner standing on the path and bemoaning the loss of shade trees, providing privacy to her cottage.  She told me: “Ontario Hydro cut down my cedars that I planted fifty years ago”. I looked at the cuts that showed tree trunks of over a foot in diameter. Ontario Hydro maintains the right-of-way of the power line paralleling the path by cutting down vegetation along it. I empathized with her but remarked that at least we have electricity here.

With the heat rising by now, the lake beckoned me, and I returned to ponder a swim. My son-in-law brought me a swimming buddy, a red balloon that you tie onto your waist, so the boats can see you in the water. I blew up the swimming buddy, attached it to my waist, and jumped into the water, avoiding the wannabe water skiers.

Life on the water is, to me, the essence of cottage life on a lake. Kathy grew up in Wales on the waterfront close to Porthmadog in Caernarfonshire and I grew up in Hungary, where we spent our summers on the Danube. We both enjoy water-related activities and getting the cottage was a joint venture.

Another favorite activity is dinners with the family on the deck after a day of playing on and in the water. With long daylight and no mosquitoes until sundown, the deck provides the ideal space for freewheeling discussions on career choices for our grandchildren or how much our healthcare system sucks: wait a minute, we discuss both sides of the healthcare challenges we face today.

Tonight, the grandchildren prepared the meal and the third choice was tacos and burritos. It is interesting to me that although I do not cook much, all my children and grandchildren can and some even enjoy cooking. Quite a change from the old days. After the meal, the grandchildren washed the dishes, and under the threat of missing dessert, it is not democratic at the cottage. Sundown and the arrival of mosquitoes pushed us into the cottage. And we heard the loons on our lake providing the background music before the crickets took over.

One needs money and time for a cottage: cottagers are people, in my experience, with an established career and a family. Limited by the seasons and vacation time, people have cottages on our island that stay vacant most of the time. When I survey all this vacant real estate, I think that this is extravagant or perhaps indecent from a societal point of view. I really enjoy it though.

Spring Cleanup in the Yard and Thoughts

June 17, 2022

I was cutting grass on our front lawn for the third time in early June after having fertilized the lawn a few weeks before and even planted clover to cover up bald spots when suddenly I thought about how our seasons affect yard work. And, that thought led me to ask: do I enjoy yard work? Do I do enough of it to get the garden I want? Or, am I getting bored with it or perhaps not being able to maintain it? We have four distinct seasons in Ottawa, each with an impact on the work in our yard.

In the winter, there is snow cover, cold temperatures down to the minus twenties centigrade, and short days with six hours of daylight. There is no reason or wish to spend time in our yard beyond clearing the driveway after snow storms.

 It takes a month for the snow to melt in the spring, during which the yard is slushy and dirty from air pollution and the detritus from the fast-food places a block away from us. The yard is ugly in March; the worst month for many people who choose to travel south to avoid it.

But the snowmelt brings in Spring, with a positive, uplifting feeling to it: nature regenerates itself and I look forward to seeing green grass again. And the days are getting longer with temperature breaking through zero centigrade. By the end of March, I get energized seeing bare spots in the snow and get out to rake up the grass from its horizontal position into which the snow pushed it and gather the garbage settled on the lawn after the winter months.

Snow covers our backyard longer than the front. It is in the shade. By shoveling the snow off the deck and breaking up the ice, I feel I hurry the melting process.

By mid-April, the temperature rises into the teens and I do a thorough clean-up of the yard from the garbage, food wrappers, and bottles thrown or blown onto the lawn. Gray dust settles on the lawn once the snow is melted, from air pollution and the winter snow-clearing operation along the street that throws the snow onto the lawn.

By the end of April, I uncover the garden equipment/furniture and the air-conditioner and put the tarps I used to wrap up the lawnmower and chairs and tables in the backyard into a storage box. My positive feelings are reinforced by firing up the BBQ for the first time in the year. It is always fun to cook burgers outdoors for the first time in the season.

My enthusiasm ebbs when the weeds come up. Especially when I fertilize the lawn and, a few weeks later, notice dandelions growing. It is harder to control weeds now since they did away with DDT.

The perennials come back each year with a vengeance, especially the hostas. The planting of annuals belongs to Kathy, and we have the traditional geraniums each year with the spiky plant in the middle in our large pots. I also bring out the hoses from under the deck where I store them each year in the Fall and attach them to various spigots to water the flowers.

Then we have the special tasks: this year Kathy put a fresh coat of oil on the expansive decks I build decades ago. The pressure washer is used to clean the stone patio from the winter dust. It is amazing how white and clean the patio stones shine after a thorough cleaning.

By the end of May, the weather gets hot and a hard day’s work in the yard has its reward of having a cool beer in hand. When combined with a BBQ, the Spring cleanup of the yard becomes memorable.

The summers can be hot, temperatures rising to the mid-thirties centigrade. The good thing is that the yard needs mostly maintenance, such as grass cutting, weeding, and trimming. We don’t get a lot of rain, so we have to sprinkle to maintain the grass and plants. And the flowers suffer when water rationing is introduced.

In the fall, we enjoy the vivid colors in the yard without the bugs, mosquitoes, or bees to bother us. And the annual rotation of work starts again by raking the falling leaves altho grass grows much more slowly not requiring weekly cuts. We end up storing the outdoor equipment and covering up the garden furniture before the first snowfall.

What caused me to think through the work involved in having a garden or a yard is: are we still enjoying and able to do the work involved in having a yard? Because if it is becoming too much or boring, there are two options: hire people to do the work or move into a condo where the outside work is performed by the condo corporation.

Although you could work every day in the yard, we do not. We have a friend who spends a couple of hours each day tending to his small but beautifully coiffed garden. I like the natural look and our yard looks a bit overgrown and I compare it to a jungle sometimes. But I like it bushy. Our yard work is manageable and extends mostly during the spring and the fall. The summer is maintenance and there is nothing to do during the winter except snow-clearing the driveway. Thinking about it, I have concluded the work is enjoyable even if hard sometimes and the “beer in the hand” after a hard day’s work makes up for the trouble of having the yard.