Friday, July 25, 2008
My dynastic nose
Besides irate husbands, always a tiresome lot, another hazard to bachelors is the American medical system. So-called. (Not least is the junk on sale in the vending machines in the hospitals.) We’re the only Western country without a health care system; what we have instead is a sickness-profit system and (sometimes heroic) institutions and medicos trying to pick up the pieces. (Just remember, when the HMO-serf MD complains, remind him or her how the AMA killed “commie medicine” back in the day.) I try to stay away from it all, but when the receptionist and the nurse both think its pretty oogie that my ear is bleeding, I’ve got to agree with them. Long story short, I probably poked myself with a Q-Tip (?), and then, taking some aspirin for the headache I had, had that blood running in no time. It’s actually much more complicated than that, what with my deviated septum and retracted eardrums, but I’ll spare you the details.