Mission Statement

My mission although I didn't sign up for, is to endure all those crazy incidents you hear about from friends and coworkers. You know, those ones about the person who spent 15 hours in the waiting room at some hospital emergency ward. Or, even better, the one where this person sold health care policies only to find themself fighting for their life with the healthcare company just months before had been singing their praises. How's that for irony. Well, we all know the sob stories. I'll try to keep those to a minimum, and only when absolutely necessary for a point, but this is about all those crazy inconveniences that the healthcare industry as a whole puts the average person though on a daily, no hourly, basis, without thought, care or much consideration whatsoever. It's shameful. Why is my time and effort worth so little, especially when I'm paying you to provide a service to me. Why then is it necessary to fight tooth and nail just to get what I paid for? Is anybody listening? Well I certainly am listening, and screaming at the top of my lungs to anyone who'll listen to me. We need a grass roots campaign started like yesterday. We need someone whose on our side of the argument for once. Help out with your own stories and comments. Or, just try to keep me from going to far up on my soapbox. I truly hope I can help someone, open people's eyes to the craziness, and maybe make some small change in how heathcare treats us!

Monday, April 19, 2010

Why I began this quest.

My mission, while I didn't choose it, is to educate, assist, and gather together the masses to fix the problems in getting reasonable medical care.  Notice I said reasonable.  I'm not one of those people demanding free coverage of 100% of anything considered to be medical care, or it's equivalent opponents.  I just want the things I was promised when I purchased my health care insurance policy.  Those things inherently promised under the Hippocratic oath, by doctors.  And, all the other health care providers, whom are so well paid, in high demand, yet somehow forget how to treat human beings; that is other than cattle being herded from one pasture to the next.  Of course, we refer to them as waiting rooms even though we know better.  And, waiting implies that at some point it will end, and some service will be given or performed.  I have spent less time waiting  for major auto repairs than waiting at my doctor's office, where I actually have a scheduled appointment time.  Again, there is that translation issue.  Appointment time usually means in health care terms:  this is an approximate time for you to arrive, and we'll get to you within the next four (4) hour window, unless, of course, there is an emergency.  Like the doctor wants to eat his lunch at some fancy restaurant on some prescription companies dime, or that he's tired and needs to rest before his afternoon golf game, or whatever else it is they do in their spare time.  Now to be fair, I have met several doctors, usually P.A.'s  (Physician's assistants) who work tirelessly 18 plus hours each day trying to fill the holes in the health care system.  But they are too few and very far between,  while being worked to their early death by bureaucracy.

So, while you're doing all this waiting, look around you and you'll realize how well things are going for our doctor friends.  I've never seen such plush furnishings, granite floors and counters, wall-tiled granite bathrooms, all with accessories even Martha  would be proud of.  So, now we know, it's not really a money problem as they would have us believe.  With their one of a kind cascading waterfall behind the reception desk, I don't think they're even trying to fool anyone anymore.

Then why bother?  Why bother fighting against the tide for someone else's rights and problems?  Truthfully.  Someday soon these same problems and rights being denied and trampled upon will belong to you or someone very close to you, like a family member, a parent, grandparent, siblings, or just close friends.  That's when the most unfortunate part begins.  A sick, unwell, possibly dying person fighting against a well-oiled system, alone.  Weak and defenseless, they are about to embark on the fastest learning curve ever achieved.  How to fight the health care system.  In plain English, the patient gets the shaft both physically and monetarily.
Don't think for one second those doctors and other health care providers are going to care what's going on with you or your problems.  Payment is due, in full, at the time service is rendered.  Pay now and fight it out with the bureaucrats, your insurance company, and whoever else later.  They just don't care, other than getting paid on time, by you.  Ultimately you are responsible for all bills, no matter whether they should be covered or not.  They all stand squarely on: " It's not our problem (even if we do contribute to it).  You are on your own."

Except now, I'm here.  I've experienced a lot of woe and heartache and sleeplessness over the deviousness and underhanded standard tactics employed when someone actually is sick and needs their health insurance the most.  Simple put, they don't want to pay.    So send me your stories, your frustrations and all those horrors you've endured.  Maybe together, and with others like us we can find a way to fight back against the system and create a grass roots campaign to change the way we are treated and without any voice in making any real change to how the system processes and denies claims.

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