A few years ago, I had a bulging disc in my neck that pinched a nerve. I was in a hell of a lot of pain, and my left arm was rendered fairly useless for a couple weeks. I knew there was nothing to do but wait it out, but my wife convinced me to go to a doctor. In the world of PPO/HMO, I had no clue what doctor to go to. I ended up going to the one closest to the abode. He ended up being a quack.
Since that son of a bitch got paid for every son-of-a-bitch service he provided, that son of a bitch had me going through every son-of-a-bitch test and treatment imaginable. I got an MRI, I got electric shock, I got a friggin' AIDS test. And every time I got a new test, the technician would ask, "What are you doing here?"
I'd respond, exasperated, "I have no fucking clue."
When it was all said and done, I still had a bulging disc, I was still in a lot of pain, and, only through my self-diagnosis of repeatedly, painfully moving my left arm, did that limb return to normal. That son of a bitch had me in tears--not because of the pain (though that electric shock thing sucked ass)--but because of all the frustration I went through, and all I kept thinking was, "What if I were really sick? What kind of son-of-a-bitch bullshit would I be going through?"
Well today, for the second time in as many months, I have paid another outrageous amount for a prescription. The first one was for that smoking cessation drug. Today was for an antibiotic. I have an eye infection. I was just going to ride it out; but it's lasted about three weeks now, and it's pretty hard reading for a living with a pus-filled eye. So, I just dropped 68 son-of-a-bitch dollars for an eye dropper I'm only going to be using for the next five days.
I mean, I've dropped hundreds of dollars for two prescriptions for non-chronic/non-life-threatening conditions. Yeah, in the grand scheme of things, that's nothing at all. And that's what pisses me off. I can't help thinking, "What if I were really sick? What kind of son-of-a-bitch bullshit would I be going through?"
But hey, there's hope on the horizon. Our government's finally going to a single-payer health system, right?
Oh well, on the bright side, my next-door neighbor's screaming "Feelings" in Spanish at the top of his lungs. Life can't be all bad.