|My 157th doctor visit (or thereabouts)
||[Feb. 28th, 2008|05:24 pm]
Man, I love this country. I have a numbness in my fingers and they send me to get an MRI scan of my neck to check for cervical spondylitis or some crap like that. Overprotected kids, overreacting adults, a pathologically petrified populace and an economy that's evolved to exploit it all.
The MRI machines apparently cost 2-3 million. I'm sure each visit costs several hundred dollars. I love the attitude they have about it -- as long as you have insurance, who cares how much it costs? Hey, I know, let's make all healthcare "FREE" so that no one will ever have to pay. Or have the slightest incentive to be efficient. Fuckity fuck.
Anyway, it was my first MRI and kinda fun. I figured they were going to shoot some ions into my head and then I'd be done, right? Nope, that's a CT scan. An MRI is a much longer process. You have this machine that makes more noise than a jet and you're inside it. I suspect if your industrial strength earplugs somehow fell off, you're gonna go deaf instantly.
It lasts half an hour or more. I was fine, but someone who's even slightly claustrophobic could have a really hard time of it. It's sad because there's things they could do do make it a lot easier for queasy patients -- like play a reassuring recorded message between individual scans when there's not much noise, at least to tell you how far along the damn process you've gotten. It's not easy to tell time when you can see nothing and your body is almost in a vice.
Did I tell you how in India, when I had diarrhea, I got a consultation, pills, and a shot of antibiotic that cost me a total of Rs. 121? That's three dollars. Yeah, we don't even know what insurance is over there. For the most part. And I didn't have to make a fucking appointment a week in advance. I just walked in, and the whole thing took half an hour.
Anyway, that's my rant for the day. Boy, am I going to be eating my words if it turns out I actually have cervical spondy-whatever!