I would gladly go to a doctor and have my issues dealt with if I could.
I have good insurance.
I have money, although not a lot, but enough to go to the goddamn hospital.
Every time I go to the hospital with a complaint, they basically told me it’s all in my head and send me on my way without running any diagnostic tests, analyzing the specific issues that I’m talking about, or finding out any more information than whether or not I have insurance.
Then when it’s all said and done, I get a bill for $1,000.
This has happened to me the last three times I went to the doctor.
I have nodules in my throat. I have giant lumps under my skin, my urine smells like maple syrup even though my blood sugar is Rock fucking solid. I have issues with losing weight that aren’t directly related to my diet.
I have depression, I have skin issues with fucking eczema that do not respond to any over-the-counter treatment. I have a deviated septum. My xiphoid process is literally broken and free-floating in my chest. My coccyx is the size of a fucking grape.
I have an entire litany of issues and I have told multiple doctors about this in person and asked for help and assistance, and not once has a single doctor ever offered to do so much as draw my fucking blood for a test.
If I do not DIY my own medicine I cannot receive treatment for any of my issues. No matter how many times I have asked for help, my pleas for help have always been ignored and I’ve been charged $1,000 for them on top of insurance three different times.
If you know how to fix this where I can get qualified competent medical assistance with my issues before they snowball together and murder me, please tell me how because I cannot solve this.
If you know how to fix this where I can get qualified competent medical assistance with my issues before they snowball together and murder me, please tell me how because I cannot solve this.
I wish I did, man.
Stories like yours are what I think of every time someone tries to tell me we have “access” to health care, when the reality is we were all sold as a commodity to the health industry by people we elected to protect us.
Just the thought of DIY medicine scares me, and honestly, it’s sad that such a thing has to exist.
I would gladly go to a doctor and have my issues dealt with if I could.
I have good insurance.
I have money, although not a lot, but enough to go to the goddamn hospital.
Every time I go to the hospital with a complaint, they basically told me it’s all in my head and send me on my way without running any diagnostic tests, analyzing the specific issues that I’m talking about, or finding out any more information than whether or not I have insurance.
Then when it’s all said and done, I get a bill for $1,000.
This has happened to me the last three times I went to the doctor.
I have nodules in my throat. I have giant lumps under my skin, my urine smells like maple syrup even though my blood sugar is Rock fucking solid. I have issues with losing weight that aren’t directly related to my diet.
I have depression, I have skin issues with fucking eczema that do not respond to any over-the-counter treatment. I have a deviated septum. My xiphoid process is literally broken and free-floating in my chest. My coccyx is the size of a fucking grape.
I have an entire litany of issues and I have told multiple doctors about this in person and asked for help and assistance, and not once has a single doctor ever offered to do so much as draw my fucking blood for a test.
If I do not DIY my own medicine I cannot receive treatment for any of my issues. No matter how many times I have asked for help, my pleas for help have always been ignored and I’ve been charged $1,000 for them on top of insurance three different times.
If you know how to fix this where I can get qualified competent medical assistance with my issues before they snowball together and murder me, please tell me how because I cannot solve this.
I’m sorry to hear that. I’m just grabbing this out of thin air, but have you ever considered medical tourism?
Yep. I have been working on that for my next vacation, get an MRI and some actual diagnoses to bring to my PCP so that they’ll actually do something.
Sounds like the way to go
I wish I did, man.
Stories like yours are what I think of every time someone tries to tell me we have “access” to health care, when the reality is we were all sold as a commodity to the health industry by people we elected to protect us.