I'm sixty years old and don't take pharmaceutical drugs. Haven't purchased medical insurance in twenty-three years. What happens if I get sick? Research mode starts. What can I do to alleviate the issue? A trail of natural cures normally leads to health restoration. If not, I seek the counsel of a medical professional. Cash is paid. A complicated system gets simple.
Recently, I've been shuttling family members to Doctor's offices, emergency rooms and hospitals. What a long, strange trip it's been.
I'm sitting in a Doctor's waiting room listening to an infomercial from a drug company. The incessant message drones on, do you have aches, pains, depression, anxiety, rashes, sexual issues, constipation etc.? Don't worry, be happy. We have just the pill for you. Back to reality, a brief consultation with an MD points us to the emergency room.
I'm escorting an 82 year old man who wobbles to the counter. He is greeted be a series of questions: "How may I help you?" " What drugs are you on" "What meds are you allergic to?" Incoherency permeates. A computer file is created. Time for some tests: vitals, blood, urine, ultra-sound are done in a flash. Now, let's wait a few hours for the Doctor to arrive. An IV is hooked up to keep the patient nourished while the clock ticks. Finally, a relief Doctor appears. A brief outline of possible issues is presented. "Let's keep you overnight, your regular MD will see you in the morning. The hospital is next.
A room with a view. More questions, "What drugs are you on? Don't worry we will take care of everything." "Has the insurance person been in to see you yet?" The night passes. Morning arrives. The Doctor is MIA. More tests fill the time. Seven hours later the good Doctor makes a cameo. Surgery is required. "I have a guy but today is Friday it will have to wait until Monday. In the meantime, we will do some more tests."
The patient is on Medicare and is covered by supplemental insurance. The Hospital is a profit-driven corporation. The CEO made twenty-one million dollars in 2012. The meter is running. I fill the time wondering if this is the best we can do.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Trouble in New Jersey
Times are tough. Economic decay, fading jobs, debt addicted governments led by corrupt politicians have us on a road to nowhere.
New Jersey is Exhibit A. The Garden State has a rich history of relentless rot. Overwhelming debt festers. Leadership is required.
Chris Christie was elected Governor in 2010. As US Attorney he built a reputation as a corruption fighter. A bombastic style played perfectly to a clamoring mob of disgruntled voters. Over-the-top approval ratings resulted.
That was then; this is now. The Atlantic City rescue mission is a disaster. Pie-in-the-sky revenue projections for online gambling crash. Economic recovery flounders. A new budget bursts. Scandal percolates.
Someone once said, "When the going gets tough; the tough get going." Chris Christie's flair for fund raising insures that his bags are perpetually packed. New Jersey is on a road to nowhere.
New Jersey is Exhibit A. The Garden State has a rich history of relentless rot. Overwhelming debt festers. Leadership is required.
Chris Christie was elected Governor in 2010. As US Attorney he built a reputation as a corruption fighter. A bombastic style played perfectly to a clamoring mob of disgruntled voters. Over-the-top approval ratings resulted.
That was then; this is now. The Atlantic City rescue mission is a disaster. Pie-in-the-sky revenue projections for online gambling crash. Economic recovery flounders. A new budget bursts. Scandal percolates.
Someone once said, "When the going gets tough; the tough get going." Chris Christie's flair for fund raising insures that his bags are perpetually packed. New Jersey is on a road to nowhere.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Baseball, Poker and Life
Sixty years of living leads to a simplistic perspective. Baseball, poker and life are my bottom line. Thoughts rattle trying to make sense of it.
Baseball is a game of failure that emits joy to the incessant fan. The radio broadcasts of my youth have been replaced by high-definition spectacles. Box scores have morphed into a statistical wonderland. Old-school grinders have evolved into celebrity wealth magnets. The more things change; the more they stay the same. Hitting a baseball flung from 60'6" at speeds approaching 100 miles per hour is incomprehensible. Turning a double play is a marvel of coordination and teamwork under fire. Catching a ball on the dead run while careening into a wall sparks drama. A game that weaves strategy, athleticism, psychology, competition and history has a vice grip on those of us who can't get enough.
Poker is a game of failure that produces frustration and satisfaction. A battle of wits, by a gaggle of disparate competitors, prompt the addicted to chase the action, forever.
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Life is the ultimate game of failure. Possessions, accomplishments and ego trips fade with a looming expiration date. We all end up in the same place. Squeezing joy out of the mundane is an attribute. The late, great Warren Zevon was a role model. A prognosis of terminal illness prompted the following advice, "Enjoy every sandwich." Enough said.
Baseball is a game of failure that emits joy to the incessant fan. The radio broadcasts of my youth have been replaced by high-definition spectacles. Box scores have morphed into a statistical wonderland. Old-school grinders have evolved into celebrity wealth magnets. The more things change; the more they stay the same. Hitting a baseball flung from 60'6" at speeds approaching 100 miles per hour is incomprehensible. Turning a double play is a marvel of coordination and teamwork under fire. Catching a ball on the dead run while careening into a wall sparks drama. A game that weaves strategy, athleticism, psychology, competition and history has a vice grip on those of us who can't get enough.
Poker is a game of failure that produces frustration and satisfaction. A battle of wits, by a gaggle of disparate competitors, prompt the addicted to chase the action, forever.
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Life is the ultimate game of failure. Possessions, accomplishments and ego trips fade with a looming expiration date. We all end up in the same place. Squeezing joy out of the mundane is an attribute. The late, great Warren Zevon was a role model. A prognosis of terminal illness prompted the following advice, "Enjoy every sandwich." Enough said.
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