Jeep
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Ah, the fond memories of my grand entrance into Argentina back in the golden year of 2014. Picture this: I wake up one fine day, feeling like I've just hopped on a merry-go-round. Living the dream in Palermo Viejo, mind you. Now, coming from the land of lavish U.S. hospitals, I had no clue about the thrilling world of Argentine healthcare.
In my dizzy stupor, I decided to grace The Durand (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hospital_Durand) with my presence. Oh, what a delight! Complaints echoing in the air, a three-hour marathon of waiting, and the layout – oh, just an aesthetic masterpiece, let me tell you. The place in such a horrible condition that I felt compelled to leave unattended. Who wouldn't want a taste of that healthcare paradise? Public hospitals are ok if you're to too sick but NOT a good idea if you have serious issues. Living here with no insurance coverage is not wise.
In my dizzy stupor, I decided to grace The Durand (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hospital_Durand) with my presence. Oh, what a delight! Complaints echoing in the air, a three-hour marathon of waiting, and the layout – oh, just an aesthetic masterpiece, let me tell you. The place in such a horrible condition that I felt compelled to leave unattended. Who wouldn't want a taste of that healthcare paradise? Public hospitals are ok if you're to too sick but NOT a good idea if you have serious issues. Living here with no insurance coverage is not wise.