Saturday 10 am. Starbucks. I see a wooden bowl, grabbed it to look better, I have a splinter in his left hand. Bueh, a splinter, it's nothing. Finish my chai latte and go to the supermarket. When I home, I have a swollen left hand, I feel two fingers, and I can not get the alliance. Way to the hospital which is two blocks from home. First I see an administration, I explain that I have a splinter, which will probably have to remove me. Yes, yes, I said, while asking for the card health insurance, my address, phone someone to call in case (guess that goes wrong removing the chip? It's a splinter for god's sake). Just then I see a nurse. The nurse takes my mouth, the pressure, I asked what remedies I am taking, etc.. I ask, "Are you going to remove the speck?" "No, that's what the doctor comes." Displayed a doctor and a medical student. I watch the hand, discuss among themselves what to do. Decide me out the splinter. With a needle, local anesthesia zero. The nurse would have done more than wave. I grit my teeth, close my eyes and I become the brave. I say wait, it will be another doctor to see me. Total professionals dedicated to the chip 5. Today I got the bill: $ 885.
Because the school pays me health insurance, I will not put a penny. But $ 885 is more than half of what I earn per month, post-taxes. I can not believe still discussing whether to include a public option in reforming the health system.
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