Three weeks ago, I was struck with an intensely painful, and briefly highly dangerous, MSSA staph infection, with a full recovery underway.
The experience, plus time on my hands recuperating, has given me a personal appreciation of the coming nightmare of universal healthcare.
The month-long recuperating period has afforded me the opportunity to think holistically about my medical experience, especially as it relates to health care policy.
My conclusions are based solely on direct experience, in particular what I learned watching the system operate up close and personal.
Given my general conservative political views, I am mindful that I do not want to take advantage of “patient” status to discuss grander matters of health care.
So here goes, with apologies in advance if this post steps too far into the stream.
I leave from the story that it took eight days from the onset of the severe pain until I was under genuine medical care. As it turns out, the pain was due to a raging staph infection in my bloodstream, whereas my doctors to date had convinced themselves that it was a disc pull.
The unfortunate consequence was eight days without a blood test. I was even discharged by the attending Emergency Room doctor with instructions to get a massage, which I did, to my walloping regret.
In retrospect, I believe it is fair to chalk up the missed diagnosis to normal bad luck and a difficult to diagnose condition. I focus instead only on the medical care received once I was properly admitted to one of the best hospitals in the U.S., in a luxurious (and expensive) private room, getting exceptional attention.
Here is the one thing I want to communicate, without being polemical or partisan.
Under Elizabeth Warren’s plan, or anything resembling a dramatic increase in demand for health care, inevitable once health is declared a “right,” no less a fundamental human right, I never would have left that hospital alive. Without any doubt.