"The quality of mercy is not strained," or so says Shakespeare in "The Merchant of Venice." What is strained is the quality of healthcare. This is not a rant against "Obamacare" or political diatribe. I have no use for any of that bs. This is just me being frustrated by the whole system/situation. Not knowing what to do, I'm turning to writing. Because I'm just frustrated, angry and all pent up with emotion that I don't know what to do. Nutshell version (for those of you who have not been following along): My dad got a serious infection in his right leg. He ended up in the ICU at our local hospital for nearly two weeks. There were complications as a result of the infection. Eventually his health started to improve so he was moved from the hospital to a "care facility" (euphemism for nursing home in my book...sorry, it’s just how I feel). He still has the infection and is still getting treated with IV antibiotics.