You hear a lot of complaints about the state of health care in America. After a week spent observing it first-hand, I can tell you the system works just fine.
My sister was understandably nervous when she had to go to the hospital recently. Lib had chosen her employer’s “Premium” insurance plan at a cost of $500 per paycheck But you don’t know how good your coverage is until you have to use it.
Meeting her PPO approved physician, “Dr.” Olga (the Hungarian cleaning lady), set her mind at ease. She stopped by to do a thorough work-up after she finished her floors. The picture above shows “Dr.” Olga in action, doing a cardiac exam with her Multi-Purpose Dual Polypropylene Listening/Sipping Device. We were reassured when she said that everything looked “hokay dokay”. At least that’s what I think she said. Her accent was pretty heavy.
Not only is “Dr.” Olga a cardiologist, she takes care of the whole body. Wow, she must have been in medical school forever to achieve that level of skill! I asked her about her training, but the language thing made it kind of hard to understand her answer. She said something about “courteous title”, which just goes to show that, besides being brilliant, everyone thinks she is polite.
Poor Lib had a rotten cold the entire week she was in the hospital. She went through a lot of Kleenex. I wish she hadn’t chosen the $5-per-tissue copay option, but hindsight is always 20/20. Given that the hospital charges $739 per box, I’m sure she will still come out ahead.
In the second picture, “Dr.” Olga is about to insert a PIC line. She asked me to step out of the room at this point, probably to maintain a “sterile field”. She had a bottle of Mr. Clean at the ready. You can tell by the look on Lib’s face that she has absolute trust in “Dr.” Olga and her healthcare PPO. That’s something money can’t buy.
It’s a real load off my mind to know that “Dr.” Olga will stay on top of my sister’s care. She said she’s planning to come by tomorrow for a thorough proctology exam. Right after she does her toilets.