Needed: One standard hospital per state (2), by Hassan Gimba The Arbiter  Two days after I started taking the medication prescribed by Dr Heba, I could lift myself out of the wheelchair and walk about. By the fifth day, I walked into the hospital, gingerly, but surely, and came face to face with Dr Heba, who was not even surprised to see me on my feet, on her way to buy a cappuccino, I guessed. We went to the waiting area and waited to be called in to see her. She soon returned,...