“What the patient really needs is better insurance.”
The physician said it abruptly, matter-of-factly. Her comment was not meant to evoke empathy in the rest of the medical team. She stated it like a diagnosis.
I’m a medical actor, a person who gets paid to inhabit the experiences of imaginary people on the worst days of their lives. The going rate for that is about $20 an hour.
Go ahead, ask me about my retainer.
We hear a lot about the cost of illness, whether physical or mental, but it’s the way these costs are presented that is perhaps most troubling.
I should have consulted a clairvoyant before I went to the New Employee Orientation.
The Supreme Court ruled this morning 6-3 in favor of the Obamacare status quo, and as someone whose little family relies on the Obamacare status quo, I say, thank God.
MRI at Northwestern Memorial Hospital’s astoundingly high-end, almost spa-like MRI center, required upfront on a credit card: $1,631.79. The MRI shows a large benign growth on my pituitary gland.
When we prefer tall people and pay them more, what we might really be reacting to is the fact that they are the products of a) good genes, and b) a careful upbringing by affluent parents.
The best way to reverse the negative effects of sitting all day is to make workdays shorter. The reason we have to squeeze in our own four-hour standing blocks and light intensity activity breaks is because we spend so much time working.
I started using my credit card for things I shouldn’t, like daily take-out, more Uber rides, Amazon movie rentals, and sad online shopping. I racked up nearly $500.
At that point I wanted to bang my forehead against the mirrored wall and ask “does everything cost some ridiculous amount of money these days?” Glasses should cost no more than $150. My health insurance program should give me at least some kind of discount on my eye exam and my new frames.
Good news from the EPA: we have made a lot of progress towards saving the environment, and some of our progress comes with financial benefits as well.
So this was what I chose to do with my $500. I looked around the room for some sign of additional perks. Didn’t we get books? A pamphlet? Some handouts?