The Grace of a Dollar


 

Just completed my “left hand doesn’t know what the right hand’s doing” pre-appointment check-in for an upcoming cardiologist appointment next Monday. Funny how I have to add things that you would assume they already knew. Like new medications and recent surgeries. But such as it is, in this so called world of modern medicine and corporate mergers.

You see, the two cardiologists I deal with work for the same corporation at two different hospitals. Yet as I stated, “the left hand don’t know what the right hand’s doing”. When it comes to the health of us older Americans we walk through a maze of specialist. Long gone are the days of the family doctor, who coordinated your extended medical care. Now you are sent to specialist who never talk to each other, let alone sent notes to each other.

Right now I deal with eight different specialist for my various conditions. None of which has had a word with the other, even though two of them share a building and five of them work for the same respected medical corporations. Yeah, I know. It’s no wonder your aging parents are over or under medicated. Right now I have two doctors that work in the same medical arts complex, that literally give me the same blood test sometimes on the same day. After three years, I finally convinced them to share their information, thereby saving my insurance the cost of two test. You’re Welcome.

Thank God I still have my wits about me to keep this all fairly coordinated, along with my wife and son’s own medical needs. Heaven forbid the day when I can’t, for that is probably the day the whole house of cards comes tumbling down. Other than appointing a compensated advocate for patients, I don’t see a way for the system to maintain itself, other than the government and corporations shutting it all down anyway for the grace of a dollar.  

#Greed #Monopolies #HelpTheHelpless #Ideas #Communication     

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