A year ago, my mother had to go to Grady Hospital. We waited 24 hours in Grady’s dystopian, crazy-filled emergency room triage pen. I blogged through the last 16 hours of it.
Well, I’m doing it again. Journalism as performance art.
Right now, I’m sitting in Grady Hospital’s emergency triage ward. For 24 hours straight, I’m going to walk the halls of Grady, documenting everything I see as a live blog on Peach Pundit.
Grady is facing a $100 million budget cut of county, state and federal funds. If they lose that money, Grady is going to cut its mental health services and it’s going to be like killing the power on the containment field at Ghostbusters Headquarters.
I am aware of HIPAA and I’m not going to break the law. But unless people really understand what Grady has to do to get through a day, those cuts aren’t going to be viewed as insane as they should be.
Let’s see what a day here is like.