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I have decided that it is true. But here is what else I know. If you have had a kid break a leg, been in an
accident, or had appendicitis attack and you still have your house, it’s not that
bad, right? I have even heard some
people with cancer have excellent care.
I am not willing to speak of any other story but mine. I have a wise friend that says, “If
healthcare is free, just remember, you usually get what you pay for.” It seems to be true. Funny part is I always thought I did pay for
health care. I seem to pay dearly. At least if my income tax is any indication. But
it’s not.
I had a dream in my imagination of a puzzling case of
unknown diagnosis. In that dream several
doctors sit around a large table with copies of test results spread amongst
them. In this dream…maybe I should say
fantasy… maybe I’m splitting hairs…ANYWAYS…the doctors are trying vainly to
figure out what is causing a young woman’s crippling pain and loss of
mobility. (Hey it’s my dream I can be young
if I want to!) They toss around ideas,
come up with some logic ideas, run a few more tests and bambooee!!!
Diagnosis. That is how I always thought
it would work.
It doesn’t.
The health care system wants me to be better. They really do. They want me to be off of their list. And as they work in the system, I assume they
don’t want me to die, so I’m going to go with- better. The powers that be just really hope that I
get better and get off the list. However
they are not willing to speed up said list so that I can get better
quicker. They just hope that I call,
cancel an appointment and declare my full return to health.
My insurance company is a little different. They have declared me better. “I dub thee healed.” Return to work, get off my docket. The insurance company has to hedge their
bets. They need to make money in order
to pay their shareholders. I get it, I
sell insurance. Property insurance mind
you. It’s much easier to prove a sewer
back up.
So I am in the weird position to try to fight with the
doctors to make them see that I still have something wrong with me and fight
with the insurance company for the same thing.
ODD! I know.
I have one more neurologist appointment on Friday. We will see how that goes. I’m not holding my breath but I can’t help
but be hopeful. Maybe we will know more
on Friday.