Well, I finally saw the Quack.
Actually, his PA. Nice guy. I told him about the indifferent response I got the day of the accident, when I called to see about getting an emergency appointment to deal with my fresh – and gaping and bloody – chainsaw wound. About how the Frau at the desk Doc-blocked me. The PA told me that, in the future, if something like this happens again, that I should use a Special Secret Codeword to get around the Frau.
That’s what it’s come down to in these Obamacare Days. But while it’s easy to blame Obama (it does have his name on it) the fact is the insurance mafia wrote Obamacare; the presidente was just the sock puppet. It is the insurance mafia that has turned medicine into “health care” and put us all under legal mandate to have (to purchase) health insurance but the mafia under no obligation to deliver medical treatment. And when it is grudgingly provided, to finance-rape us such that we, in future, will be very reluctant to seek treatment again.
Meanwhile, we pay.
Which, by the way was part of the reason I didn’t go to either the ER or the Urgent Care joint when I was doc-blocked by the Frau. Because I knew – as we all do – that going to an “unapproved provider” for a procedure not “pre-approved” would result, at the very least, in weeks and probably months of hassling over a huge bill that the mafia would not pay until they had tortured me with their bureaucracy … for weeks and probably months.
If they ever did pay.
That plus the prospect of what probably would have been at least $1,500 for 4-6 stitches (Dr. Eric’s estimate) and some bandages kept me away – which is exactly what the mafia wants. They want your money. They do not want to spend money on you. This is the sum total of the rigged game long con that is “health care” in the age of Obama but also long before. Read up on it. Especially, read up on Tricky Dick Nixon and his doings with Kaiser Permanente. You will be edified.
As well as some other things.
So, I ended up not getting stitches. Too late for that (after 24 hours, apparently, it is Too Late) but that’s ok because the only consequence is a scar and I gather chicks dig scars. As it turned out, I did a damned decent job of treating the wound, which had closed up on its own by the time I got through the Frau screen and finally obtained an audience with the PA (but not the doc). The PA used some adhesive tape to shore up my body’s own “glue” – and assure the wound stayed closed – gave me a Tetanus shot and sent me on my way.
My leg will be ok.
The “health care” system not so much.
No matter which buffoon ascends to the Dear Leadership. The she-wolf will simply enshrine Soviet-style doctoring while the Bloated Bloviator will “reform and replace” it. Mark that. He will not rescind it.
Abandon all Hope.
PS: We’re about a third shy (35 percent on the pie chart) of being in the Green for the month with about a week left in the month.
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