Forget miraculous experimental treatment and medicines
Well, not to mention that a lot of "miraculous experimental treatments" are....not so miraculous. They're *experimental* for a reason. Yes, sometimes they're awesome and eventually become not experimental because they are figured out to work, but...sometimes after you try them for a while, it's realized that they don't do much. Or only work for a very small subset of people. Or, say, cost $50,000 to make and only give people an extra month of life. Or maybe cost $50,000 and give not even an extra month to live, but just an extra month of whatever--seeing better? And yes, in that article they make the point that maybe that sort of thing might be rationed under socialized medicine. And that IS hard to hear....but do you SERIOUSLY THINK YOUR INSURANCE COMPANY NOW ISNT" MAKING THOSE DECISIONS????
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And yes, in that article they make the point that maybe that sort of thing might be rationed under socialized medicine. And that IS hard to hear....but do you SERIOUSLY THINK YOUR INSURANCE COMPANY NOW ISNT" MAKING THOSE DECISIONS????
Exactly!
Dear Hospital -
Either give my mother the fucking tests you are talking about or GIVE HER A FUCKING SANDWICH. 36 hours since she last ate. Cocksuckers. I understand that caffiene and food can alter cardiac tests. However, her passed out on the FUCKING TREADMILL from NOT EATING FOR 36 HOURS will also alter the stress test results.
No love,
The Empress
cc: VW's brother's mil, who seems to hink our health care system as is is perfectly fine.
they want her to do a treadmill stress test on a 36 hour fast? That's mean.
It's not even a fast - it's that she *couldn't* eat anything yesterday on a ccount of the heart-attack like excruciating pain that she suffered when she tried to eat a small piece of dry toast.
ugh! The poor thing. Tons of tummy ~ma (and sensible hospital care ~ma) headed your Mom's way, Aims.
Oh, Aims. That sucks for your mom. Sending major cluesticking and hairy eyeball vibes to that hospital.
I've been trying for 45 min. to concentrate enough to write out a check for a bill that needs to be paid. Haven't made any significant progress since writing in the name on the "pay to the order of" line. Scratch that. I can't write today, messed up irretrievably with spelling out the amount, had to void it. At least I can still print.
food ma~~~ to your mom and get on the stick to the hospital
