There must be something in the air in the Fall because my husband, James, has had a bout of atrial fibrillation each Fall for the past three years. Not fun; not fun at all for him, or for me, or even our dog. Bodhi senses that something is not right with his “Dad” and he’s been particularly quiet today — no mean feat for a one year old Labradoodle. I, on the other hand, have not been calm and quiet. I’ve been worried, impatient with our delightful health care system, and just feel off center. The only activity that’s been distracting me from constant concern has been checking Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn. This tells me I have become a social media junkie.
This time it seems to be resolving without the need for an ambulance, an ER visit, and close to $13K for a 7 hour stay. And folks wonder why we need universal health insurance! Everyone needs some kind of health insurance or risk financial suicide. I know why Medicare is going broke. Take my last bill for two visits to a Dermatologist, one punch biopsy and a lab test — over $1300! I was floored. And they couldn’t even figure out what it was. They just tried to prescribe some heavy duty medicine (just in case) that had the potential to kill my liver. Eeek! So, I went to my favorite “safe medicine” doctor, Dr. Damon Miller, MD who fixed me some homeopathics, gave me some supplements and herbs, and lo and behold, in a few weeks the gunge disappeared. My body actually had the wisdom to heal itself with help from nature and a brilliant diagnostician. Of course, none of this real medical treatment was covered by Medicare. Oh, and it cost me all of $300 max!
Off my soapbox and into the car. Time for dinner!
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