Ugh. I am recovering from my fourth ear infection/cold/flu thing of 2011, which completely sucks. Nothing worse than a healthcare person interacting with the medical system. We know too much.
I went to my doctor yesterday, finally, after realizing that neither pretending I wasn’t sick, nor begging the gods to make it stop, nor the power of positive thinking was going to ameliorate the feeling of having a railroad spike drilled into my right ear. As I sat there at my physician’s office, I whined, “I can’t believe I have been here so many times this year,” and she said, “Well, thank goodness because it’s how I make money.”
I have to say that if my head didn’t already feel like it was going to explode, it would have after hearing that. She captured, in a nutshell, all that is wrong with the incentives in our medical system. My doctor, a lovely person, should make more money for keeping me healthy, not for setting a record for prescription-writing. I’d certainly pay more for that.
As I paid my bill and checked out of the office armed with my prescription, a bottle of lavender-scented oil (to minimize stress), a cup of chicken broth (full service!) and orders to take it easy (yeah, right, that’s going to happen–this is the week of my annual investor meeting), I could not help thinking of Chris Rock’s comedy routine about health insurance. In it he says, “You better have medical insurance or you’re gonna die. Everybody says you gotta eat right, exercise, but I say no you don’t, you just need some coverage. Coverage will save your life. We’re all gonna die, but if you’ve got coverage, at least you’ll die on a mattress!” In another of his great medical commentaries, Rock says, “Ain’t no money in the cure; the money’s in the medicine. That’s how a drug dealer makes his money–on the comeback.” How true it is.