I think there might be one or two more primitive places like Danger Island that don't have yoo-niversal health care yet, but who needs it when you got witch doctors like us and rich doctors like them? You can go home with a massive medical bill or with a shrunken head; take your pick.....
Oddly enough, I had an experience like that.
A few years ago, I woke up too early with a pounding headache at the base of my skull, and a sudden inability to make words - just squawking sounds and gagging when I tried to speak. So, after a few minutes, I agreed that wife should drive me to emergency. In a flash, I had three people around me working, a concerned doctor, and tests to be done. I got downed out, prodded, poked and Cat scanned twice, then an MRI. By the end of the day I was in a room, with an IV that made me pee every hour, and feeling jus' fine, speaking normally. Tick tock, tick tock. The next day, they still hadn't found anything and were ready for another day of MRI and testing. I was fine to go home and said so. They didn't come get me for any more tests, but they didn't come to check me out either. So around 5PM I pulled off the monitor patches, unplugged the IV, got dressed and waited to get checked out. But nooooo. The fuggers had just been humoring me, wouldn't take out the IV line, so I actually had to argue with them, explaining that I didn't have insurance, and that I'd have medicare in another year and I couldn't afford this right now, didn't need to be billed for yet another day in the hospital. I kid you not, it took an hour. I had three people from various departments watching me shout at them. Finally, a head nurse said if I could get my BP down under 170 she'd sign off on it. I did, and she did, and I managed to get my ass out of there. Scary!
In the end, they billed me $27,000, but readily agreed to waive 100%, I imagine partially because they couldn't find anything wrong with me. After all. Just sayin', fer pete's sake.
A couple chiropractors (Ziggy and Doc, in fact) later told me it was likely from a pinched nerve where my neck ached that was causing my vocal chords to spasm. The fancy hospital staff with the fancy gadgetry forgot to account for that. Oops.
I ain' complaining about the level of attention and care, though. It was an amazing thing to watch them work - focused and experienced, searching for "the answer". It's just that ... who was responsible for that fubar?
Is anyone ever accountable? Do we all just pay more because they chase wild rabbits sometimes? Did they even spend that much on me, or is it all smoke and mirrors?
So, yeah ... we got rich and witch, both I guess.