Complexity. From how you get insurance (THREE MORE DAYS FOR MARKETPLACE PLANS) to who the emergency department treats to the non-communicating EMRs that create a chorus of fax tones ringing out across this great nation of over-paying under-served… well it ends like this: envelopes.
Cramming up your mailbox. Every medical service, every brick and mortar facility, every radiologist in his/her darkened bedroom reading films in memory foam slippers, is going to send to a separate bill. And this is why you still have a checkbook. Because even within the same organization, let’s say a fictional system called ANOVA that I visit for one scan, get 3 bills (physicians group, facility, and radiologist), then I go again in 3 months for the exact same thing. None of my six account numbers will be the same. Cram that in your electronic bill pay.
Here, loves, are my preventative health costs since October. Cancer screenings, with no expensive imaging like CT/MRI. Just doc visits, PAP pathology, and a radiology bill for who knows what that is? $12? I’m leaving out my $400 surprise colposcopy. But, VACCINE PLUG: get your son/daughter an HPV vaccine and the his girl/she may never know the surprise cervical pinch of colposcopy. It is a terrible thing to surprise a woman with. (I was too old, to not a virgin at 26 when vaccines became available).
Don’t feel bad for me. Maybe set me up one of those gofundmesoIcanaffordfollowupcancersurveillanceandhaveayearlypapsinceI’msexuallyactive. Not a big draw on that?
Alright then. Just pay attention as policy, which people seem to be more averse to than illness itself, is being made. Taxes (for a few) may be losing their place on that short list of inevitability, but mortality my loves, endures.