Lately, when I see an advertisement with patients gushing about how important their doctors make them feel, I want to throw up. I become physically ill. Here's the sign I'm holding up:
WAKE UP, IT'S NOT YOU THEY CARE ABOUT, IT'S YOUR INSURANCE MONEY!
I don't have a doctor, but I do have a dentist. Due to some genetic problems (which after this last month I'm beginning to question) with my teeth I have to go to the dentist every three months. On my last visit the hygienist was alarmed at an alleged increase in some of the pockets around my teeth. I wasn't too worried, I'd been through this before. They stick that probe into the gum beside every single one of my teeth in three places on each side. That's six times for those of you not keeping track. They find something to focus on and want to swoop in with the cavalry. Well, it happened again, except this time it was a financial disaster. Ended up costing me hundreds of dollars I don't have.
The hygienist decided she needed a second opinion. Here comes the doctor. He wants me to go back to the periodontist that I left for trying to do the very thing I'm about to fall victim to once again. I'm tired. I'm beat down from school. He wants me to go to the periodontist. I tell them I can't do it unless it's covered. They scramble to make some phone calls and everything is "covered." The catch is I need a new set of x-rays. I have a lunch appointment, I so I go can come back. The doctor comes in again and asks me yet again if I want to go to the periodontist. My dentist is concerned about my teeth. I agree to go for the second time.
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