After today I can vouch for the fact that the medical system here and in Canada are pretty darned similar. You wait. A lot. There is a certain amount of disorganisation. It is free if you've got the card. The machines all look the same, so do the uniforms.
My fantastic boss took us, and dealt with everything. She is caring, tough, forceful and lovely. What a gift that was. A friend here took Youngest home from school with her and kept her till seven and lent us a car seat, and the school itself fed Youngest lunch as well; reportedly very tasty. Another Mom will be coming by to give youngest and me a lift to a birthday party tomorrow, and is bringing stuff to help decorate for the party we will be giving immediately afterwards for the same group of kids. Don't ask. She offered to help set up as well, but as I gazed around at the dog hair tumble-weed, I thought of the work I'd have to do BEFORE she came, and thanking her graciously, said no. We seem to be getting to know a nice group of people here.
Differences in the medical system? Blue walls, a surprisingly dark blue. The examination rooms were larger, and some had two beds.
One great difference, we got to see the same Doctor over and over again. He saw us, sent us for a test, back to him, sent for another. He was a good Doctor. Concerned, careful and diligent.
Despite this, when we left he gave us the same response as the other six doctors who have seen Eldest so far.
"I don't know what's wrong."
Then we came home.