I had an early appointment with a neurosurgeon yesterday, so I got up early to make sure I had plenty of time. The hospital is maybe 30 minutes away under regular conditions, but it took me an hour and a half to get there. There was so many cars in front of the entrance, they had maybe a dozen people directing traffic.
These big new facilities are really overwhelming; I felt like I was on a TV set. (Or in a busy train station.) It was too much stimulation for an Aspie like me. And you know how many consulting rooms were in the neuroscience department? At least 80. Jesus, no wonder health care is so expensive.
But the doctor was warm and friendly, and listened intently. It was a very pleasant experience.
When I was checking out, I said to the clerk I’d seen more doctors in the past few months than I had in the past five years, thanks to Medicare. She started laughing: “My grandmother said the same thing when I drove her to an appointment last week.”
You’d think it would be cheaper to take care of people before they’re old and falling apart, huh?