What I call “rich people doctor” is different. It’s a new thing and I want to give them a hug every time I go there! It’s a direct response to Obamcare and it’s a desperately appreciated limited workaround as everything else becomes the third world medical monopoly that controls this region. It costs roughly twice what it costs to get ignored and infected in the land of tattooed freaks and dirty floors.
It’s worth it. What is money for if not to take care of yourself?
Repeat after me, health is important. It’s a big fucking deal. When it’s gone, nothing else matters. Doctors are worth more than Jet Skis or whatever the hell else you were going to buy.
Especially if you fancy yourself a survivalist, think of the relative value of a proper doctor visit right now as compared to that next brick of ammo you’re storing in your closet. Flu, pneumonia, and other boring dumb shit kills a lot more people than you think. In fact, it’s a lot more likely you’ll die from a broken toe that gets infected at the ER than it is you’ll go out in a firefight on top of a pile of spent brass. Proper health care is a survivalist asset too.
[Rant] If you’re going to give me a sob story about how cheap medicine is awesome… stop. This is my value system and I’m sticking to it. Bad health care is only a great deal until it fucks you up. Life is cruel, nothing is free, if cheap is what you pay cheap is what you get, nobody wants to be sick in the first place anyway, etc.… I get it; the vagaries of health are sad and it sucks to burn a wad of cash because someone sneezed on you. But it is what it is. You don’t always get what you want. Bad medicine can kill ya! Regardless of what should be, the doctor either works for you or you’re just an expense to the system. Finally, nobody bleeds out at the ER thinking happily about the money they’re saving. [/RANT]
Rich people doctor is a miracle. I love those guys. They’re a new development. Weren’t around just a few years ago. They’re NOT owned by the local monopoly. They actually care if you live. The wait is 20 minutes or less instead of hours. The waiting room is empty. The doctors seem to actually know medicine. They want my money and they try to cure me to get it. I’ll play ball if I can get healthy faster!
They figured out tout sweet I had bronchitis. (Which I’d guessed.) For the cost of double expense (even with insurance) I got in there and out of there in an hour instead of half a day. What’s the market value of sitting half a day in a fetid cesspool of germs while they whine that I’m not an oppressed Guatemalan and bitch about guns in my house?
The real doctors at rich people medical care treated me like a human and wrote prescriptions for meds. They can sell meds right on site (for a fortune) but they told me I could get the prescription filled cheaper at the local pharmacy (which is linked to the local medical monopoly but is an actual company and therefore has nominally acceptable service). As a non-monopoly company, they couldn’t get access to send the prescription electronically. I had to carry a paper Rx myself. They apologized for the inconvenience.
I drove a few miles away and bought all the stuff they recommended (some of it wasn’t cheap, but I’m worth it). Then I headed home. God bless you, rich people doctors!
Back at home Mrs. Curmudgeon hadn’t moved. Hard to say if all the money and effort I’d expended was worth it.
I changed into jammies and immediately the fuel oil guy arrived. I dressed again while the dog started barking and so forth.
Wow, he arrived when he said he would! The second miracle of the day. I like the fuel oil guy. He’s a nice (and very overworked) fella.
I got the shakes bringing the check through the cold to the oil delivery guy (and in the process my checking account went into overdraft).
So now it’s a few days later. We have electricity, fuel oil, proper medical care, and I’m slowly shaking off bronchitis that sucker punched me hard. Same for Mrs. Curmudgeon if somewhat slower. It seemed too hit me meaner and faster but (due to care or not) it’s fading quicker and easier. On the other hand, I have an unknown electrical bill, pissed lots of money on meds and care, and dropped a huge wad I didn’t have on furnace fuel. As for the ATV, that’ll just have to wait until it’s not -30 and I’m feeling better. I hope it doesn’t snow!
What was meant to be a frugal week of self-improvement became a shit show. Winter is hard.
While I convalesce, the internet (via my old backup Wi-Fi router) tells me I should be upset over some douchebag non-Vietnam vet who claimed he was an oppressed victim hammered a drum at a teenager in a MAGA hat who didn’t do anything but smile. Really? Drums and smiling? People tweeting about smirks and demanding woodchippers? This is news? Let’s cut the shit right here… nothing on the news is news; hell, it’s not even the truth. Healthy breathing and a heated home… that’s important news. It’s what matters. I had three miracles, an electrician, oil delivery, and good medicine. I’m blessed! I missed my joyously anticipated once a year event but that’s life. I’ll try again next time. Maybe I’ll write a country music song about it.
Now you know what the heck I’ve been doing instead of blogging. Stay healthy y’all.
A.C.