Friday, June 25, 2010

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1 comment:

History Will Absolve Mike said...

I'd prefer to think that you didn't need to go to a neurologist. The place is cozy looking at least.

I believe that there was an international agreement signed in April, 1986 in Mexico City, Mexico at the Preeminent Association of International Neurologists convention (most commonly known by its acronym, "P. A. I. N.") to standardize all specialists' examination rooms in the world to replicate a specific suite of non-distinct rooms in the Uzbek district of Bishkek Kyrgyzstan. That building was chosen exclusively for its abject soullessness, qualities highly coveted by practitioners of the Hypocritical Oath (again much more commonly know by their acronym, "H. O.'s or H. R. U., the acronym for Ho's 'R' Us).

The good news that came from that particular convention is that four delegates were kidnapped. Later it was revealed that they were actually two unrelated couples of neurologists that intentionally disappeared on clandestine adulterous interludes and used similar flimsy kidnapping alibis. Both sets of couples provided authorities with conflicting and sometimes oppositional stories which were disbelieved by police in two different countries. The families of the errant physicians were conspicuous in their absence at the airport and so relieved that their better-halves were safe and sound that both wronged partners back in the States filed for divorce, the ink on the papers still wet upon their arrival home and they were all promptly arrested on perjury charges and released on bond.

Maura and I spent many hours in similar confines to the one you photographed only to have her condition aggrovated by an eventual count of 20 different medicines which resulted in symptoms that exceded the initial headaches. She decided unilaterally to stop taking the medication altogether and she improved markably. She said that she had a continual low-grade headache that eventually, after about a year, disappeared. That story I didn't make up. She also spent the better part of six weeks in and out of the hospital. Late one evening, her impassioned hour-long speech to a young sub-continental Emergency Room doctor caused him to change his position 180 degrees and give her a shot of morphine. She was so loopy that I had to grab her before she stepped off the curb into traffic. I was green with jealousy and as proud as a father can be of his 21 year old daughter zonked on opiates.

They suck, doctors suck, insurance companies (a luxury I don't have) suck and the pharmaceutical companies suck.
Other than that, the healthcare industry in the United States less resembles a system designed for healing than a legal and government-protected extortion racket.