Mars action

I was really pissed when I went to aqua therapy yesterday, and no one was wearing a mask. I asked one of the therapists if he would wear one when he worked on me. He said no, rather emphatically. He said the city didn’t require it anymore.

That’s when I decided I would take my Medicare card and go somewhere else. If no one’s wearing masks, at least I can go to a place that’s clean and where the therapists actually monitor my treatment.

Lots of combative Mars energy this month. I guess that’s why, before I left, I took pictures of the extensive mold around the pool and in the shower. I figure it would make a nice Yelp review as a parting gift.

 

For-profit healthcare will never learn its lesson

Nope. All they care about is the stock price.

I have an old friend who’s been in a nursing home for six months or so on palliative care. Rodents, roaches, fleas, disappearing meds, meals that barely resemble food, and they’re so short-staffed, there’s no one around to change her catheters or do wound care. (She has cancerous tumors protruding from her spine.)

But they were just taken over by a much bigger company and their stock went up, so there you go.

We can’t go on like this.

Disparity

The difference is, as little as most doctors listen to women, they are much less likely to listen to black women. They don’t trust them to estimate pain levels, they assume black women exaggerate. Mind you, they do this with women in general, but it is well-documented that doctors are shockingly indifferent to black women reporting their own symptoms. They often assume they’re drug seeking.

Male doctors are much worse. Draw your own conclusions.

 

 

Crooked

I always knew insurance was a racket, but my eyes were really opened when someone took me to a party at an insurance executive’s luxurious house – or rather, two houses. And the grounds. And the live-in staff. After that, I worked for a former insurance executive, and he was a multimillionaire. Why not? They get 50% of every premium, he told me.