July 11, 2008
I have a ton of things to write about... Annie's and my trip to Missouri, politics, economics, and some things I can't put out there given the few people that I know read this. Anyway, this is what is on my mind right now...
I have a great deal of difficulty going to the doctor. I know that some people can visit the doctor and come out with miracle solutions. However, I am a Hockanson. Somehow, we are an enigma to the medical profession. Actually, it is just part of Hockanson luck. We do not win things, and we never have an easy time when it comes to a consultant. It might be a self-fulfilling prophecy, but that is just the way it is. I wait as long as possible to go to the doctor for things that most people make the trip, and then get told, "you are over the worst of it. Go home, and we will bill your insurance and you for the co-pay." Um... Why did I visit you?
Right before Christmas, I broke out on my upper back with a very itchy rash. I went through a methodical review of any possible changes I had made to my diet or frankly anything else right down to where I bought my Coke. There was no change, and I waited to see if it went away. Well, I had bouts of intense itching during the night countless times, and the next thing I know it is seven months later. Finally, I went to the doctor. I paid my $25 co-pay and the insurance was billed their part. The doctor was very nice, but she had no idea what was wrong, and refused to give me something. She sent me to a dermatologist. Yesterday, I went to the dermatologist and she didn't know what it was, but she prescribed something. I paid my $15 co-pay and the insurance was billed.
I admit that I have a problem with a profession that 'practices.' If someone came to me with a problem and I said that I had no idea what was wrong, but pay me anyway, I would get laughed at, and fired. By the way, both of these visits took less than 15 minutes between the doctor and the nurse... On top of that, the medication was essentially Cortisone. I could probably have adopted a routine on my own with that and not gone to the doctor...
I am supposed to go back in eight weeks. We'll see if I am willing to do that...
I am destined to be punished by Karma to marry a doctor... a medical doctor, that is...
I could be a medical doctor... It's almost like being a weather forecaster...
I have a great deal of difficulty going to the doctor. I know that some people can visit the doctor and come out with miracle solutions. However, I am a Hockanson. Somehow, we are an enigma to the medical profession. Actually, it is just part of Hockanson luck. We do not win things, and we never have an easy time when it comes to a consultant. It might be a self-fulfilling prophecy, but that is just the way it is. I wait as long as possible to go to the doctor for things that most people make the trip, and then get told, "you are over the worst of it. Go home, and we will bill your insurance and you for the co-pay." Um... Why did I visit you?
Right before Christmas, I broke out on my upper back with a very itchy rash. I went through a methodical review of any possible changes I had made to my diet or frankly anything else right down to where I bought my Coke. There was no change, and I waited to see if it went away. Well, I had bouts of intense itching during the night countless times, and the next thing I know it is seven months later. Finally, I went to the doctor. I paid my $25 co-pay and the insurance was billed their part. The doctor was very nice, but she had no idea what was wrong, and refused to give me something. She sent me to a dermatologist. Yesterday, I went to the dermatologist and she didn't know what it was, but she prescribed something. I paid my $15 co-pay and the insurance was billed.
I admit that I have a problem with a profession that 'practices.' If someone came to me with a problem and I said that I had no idea what was wrong, but pay me anyway, I would get laughed at, and fired. By the way, both of these visits took less than 15 minutes between the doctor and the nurse... On top of that, the medication was essentially Cortisone. I could probably have adopted a routine on my own with that and not gone to the doctor...
I am supposed to go back in eight weeks. We'll see if I am willing to do that...
I am destined to be punished by Karma to marry a doctor... a medical doctor, that is...
I could be a medical doctor... It's almost like being a weather forecaster...