March
26, 2013
The
comfort of a US
doctor’s office is surreal. I sit in a cozy intact fabric chair with current
and varied magazines within reach of my extended hand, one of a handful of
people awaiting a visit with the professionally dressed surgeon. Smiling
Neurologists, Podiatrists and their astonishing credentials plastered above my
head in a sturdy wooden frame, assuring me I will be in good hands among the
well-insured.
I
amble up to the front desk asking for assistance from a staff member who can
listen to my incredulous story, take a gander at my x-ray and give me advice as
to my next step in treating my tender and aching left foot. “I am in need of
surgery to remove a pin that is pressing along my inner bone,” I explain. “What
is the next step and how can I get attended to in the University Health Services
clinic?”
A
friendly and professional woman appears to take great interest in the x-ray I humbly
present and asks me if she is able to take the film to the physician who
specializes in lower ankles to feet. It was far more than I expected to be able
to set up an appointment in conjunction with my good friend’s follow-up visit
next month. The physician came out to speak with me directly about the pin
removal and possible trimming or extraction of two more longer upper pins.
I
am uncertain as to the expense of it all yet am happy I have been introduced to
a more than capable surgeon and extensive system that deems it all possible. Tearfully
grateful and utterly pleased with myself and the promising situation I march out
of the lobby with my $2 parking slip and treat myself and my friends to Khan’s Mongolian
Bbq lunch. “Life is good,” as they say in a first world excellent healthcare at
your fingertips country!
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