I wonder exactly how many Americans die every year from not seeking medical attention due to the cost.
If they die, put two cheeseburgers on their eyes. It’s payment for the mobility scooter in the underworld.
America has medical bankruptcy at a rate seen nowhere else in the world.
Roger Marshall, a US senator (and medical Dr gynecology) sent dozens of patients (moms) to jail for debt collection as little as $100 and he will likely win reelection in Republican Kansas despite this being a front page story.
America effectively sounds more and more like a feudal state run by different landlords who in turn answer to oil barons and CEO Marquis.
King/Queen(?)
Barons (CEOs, governors, senators, etc)
Knights (Medium sized business owners, committee and board members, landlords, executives)
Elevated Peasants (Lottery winners, artists (some), content creators, highly paid employees)
Peasants
Happened to me recently. I was gushing blood like a B-grade 90s horror movie. I had health insurance and figured this was the exact reason I pay so much for it, so that I have it when I need it. Called for an ambulance since I couldn’t stop the bleeding and didn’t want my car’s interior covered in blood.
Anyway, that ambulance company was out of network according to my insurance. Of course when you call for an ambulance, you have no choice in who picks you up and you have no ability to know ahead of time if it’s covered or how much it will cost.
Easy to see why Americans get radicalized by this shit
calling an emergency service and a private corporation answering is insane
One time I got struck by a car while on foot. It flipped me over the top and broke a few things, including cracking a vertebrae in my neck. The fucker driving probably thought they killed me because they hit the gas right afterwards and sped away.
When the ambulance came I tried to argue against getting in it. Told them I’d drive myself if I didn’t feel better after a night. It’s hard to argue when you’re all twisted up on the ground, tho. Anyway, that EMS wasn’t having any of my shit.
On the gurney I went and off to the most expensive 1 mile trip of my life.
How are you presently?
Struggling with chronic discomfort and limited mobility from crumbling disks in the lumbar region. But that’s just getting older, unfortunately. The price of bipedalism, I suppose.
Thank you for asking.
A little pissy it happened so early since I’m not even 50 yet, so it feels like I got robbed of at least 10 years of my active life.
On the other hand, fair trade. I’ve survived quite a number of things that should have taken me out if it weren’t for luck or hardiness. I bounced back from that hit and run pretty quickly. Fell a few stories out of a tree once. I’ve also survived a tornado that went directly over me and collapsed the building I was in. Fought a guy in jail who was about 250 lbs of pure muscle (lost that one, lol, got a trip to the hospital and concussion for my trouble), almost froze to death one night (was literally wavering back and forth between the land of eternal sleep and life before I peeled myself off the ground and stumbled my way through a snow storm for shelter) another hospital trip for trying to save one of our customers in the middle of a city wide riot and bar fight (I was in the local newspaper for that. Earned a punctured lung and some broken ribs). Accidentally released a bunch of chlorine gas into an apartment complex (I could feel the vapors on my skin when I ran in to shut everything off, shoo). A few other manglings not worth going into detail about.
Knock on wood, turns out I’m pretty hard to kill.
Anyway, long story short, I’ll take a little genetic back pain in light of the tremendous luck I’ve had since none of my misadventures left me with any permanent damage.
Good thing, too, healthcare costs are the deadliest thing out there.
wow. I bet your friends call you “nine lives”.
Ha, you’d think so, but they have some more colorful names they like to use 😂
That’s cool fam, thanks for sharing.
