Checkup

I neglected to report on my checkup Thursday.  I go back again on October 4th, $1021 in health insurance from now in order to cover $70 of the cost of a $95 appointment.  And I can’t begin to tell you how much I resent having the choice simply to pay the whole $95, and whatever else comes up, out of pocket taken away from me by that dog-abusing, calculating prick, his minions, and the commie opposition that just laps that kind of thing up.  But I digress.

I had a 10:30 appointment.  I was back out to my car just before 12:30, despite the appearance of a slow day.

For my waiting I got an unusual length of time with the doctor, talking perhaps more than we ever have in a single visit.  Neither he nor his wife cook, so he’s jealous of Deb.

My blood pressure was good.  He listened to the breathing and stuff for some reason.  He was thrilled that I’d lost six more pounds since last time, which is how cooking came up.

Amazingly, he actually went over the test results from the physical.  I’d received a report in the mail and figured that would be it, no matter how expensive they were.  Still trying to figure out why my alleged insurance covered so little of the tests - and why it seemed like there was an endless list of them for which they and effectively I had been billed when the list didn’t seem that long to me.  Normally if I need a blood test I get a blood test and it’s done.  That bulked up my share of the cost of my physical to $340 and change.

He referred to my sugar and cholesteral as “excellent!” Ha!  I may be fat and therefore ipso facto about to drop dead any second, but you can’t say I have high cholesterol or diabetes.  Yet since, as we all know, being fat means I will spontaneously develop those two things out of the blue Any Minute Now, those results mean nothing.  Or they are lab error.  Yeah, that’s what they are; lab error.  My cholesterol is really around 500 and is driving a frenzy of little bacteria to build arterial walls just as fast as they can, aided by all my genes for shortgevity.

So I’m as good as dead.  Better go work on the will now, so there will be no question about the disposition of my assets.  Oh wait… assets?  Right, forgot who I was for a second.

I think the slowness was an artifact of their new computer system.  That seems to have related to the nurse being especially thorough, and then coming back to confirm the quantity on one of my meds, and asking how much ibuprofen I take when I need it, which they’ve not done before.

Bottom line: I’m going to drop dead any second from being fat to all appearances doing quite well.  Yay.  Now if I could just stop spending 11 grand a year on insurance, copays and prescriptions… This is why turning the rest of the way communist where healthcare is concerned has such appeal.  There is no way I’d pay that much more in taxes if we traded my insurance and out of pocket for the government covering it all.  Philosophically and in practice it’d be an abomination.  Financially for many of us it would be a boon.  That’s bad.

1. But as much as I like y’all, I don’t appreciate the thought of having to pay your medical coverage or go to prison.

   And yes, we are paying $8400 a year in insurance ourselves and pay more on top of that out of pocket. But hells no, I don’t want anyone else paying for our health. It’s not my right for someone else to pay for it, unless it’s out of the goodness of their hearts.

   Posted by sarahk  on  07/11  at  12:03 PM  from  south of hell
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