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Just want to dip my beak …..
Posted by redlinedoc in Universal HealthCare on July 9, 2009
Strange you say. Governor Rell (I’m a yankee) just vetoed Sustinet. Sustinet? Sustinet was a plan to insure every citizen in Connecticut starting with the most vulnerable, including state employees and rolling in small businesses and non-profits to make a large coverage group competing with private insurance companies for benefits and coverages. No one would be forced to enter Sustinet (other than the current state medicaid/safetynet and employees) and it would have to stand on its own merit. It was broadly supported and overwhelmingly voted in both senate and house chambers in the state.
Why veto it? Governor Rell seems to have forgotten some history here. In the 1700′s the citizens of Connecticut recognizing that they didn’t want to replicate the Dickensian debtor prisons of England, established havens for those to sick or unable to work; town farms. The town farms were by no means a happy haven but residents there worked on the farm as they could, helped to be self sustaining, had some funding from the Selectman’s budget in the town and had food and clothings and housing and medical care. This, from the compassionate citizens of Connecticut. Fast forward. When larger government programs superseded the Town Farm System, the program became State Aid to General Assistance (SAGA) one of the safety net programs here in Connecticut.
No one wants to see SAGA patients. Getting referrals from primary care (I work in an FQHC) to tertiary or upper level care is nearly impossible. SAGA pays poorly for advanced care and since its coverage mostly (a devilish word) is for poor folk; Who cares. The devil in the mostly is that folks who have worked all their lives but had some dreadful disease may find themselves on SAGA. Folks who have a sickness in the family, monies wiped out by the vagaries of the current ‘he who has the gold makes the rules insurance system’ may find themselves on SAGA. The list goes on. The poor line up and are anointed with the least of the least.
Sustinet looks in ways to fix this, to level the playing field by making no distinction between rich and poor by allowing all access to health care. Bah Humbug they should pull up their bootstraps, you say. WHO will pull up the bootstraps. My 24 year old daughter recently fell into the hole between parental coverage and no coverage from work. Luckily she had her health. Needed medications, however, consumed a fair bite of her savings.
Whats with the beak dipping? Governor Rell is a leftover from the Rowland administration here in Connecticut. She distanced herself from John Rowland (who spent some time waiting for a better paying government job — quel suprise!). Republican administrations believe that business will make it all perfect. That the shareholder marketplace will bring equity and equanimity to the medical system. Each of the stakeholders will ‘dip his beak’ only taking a fair share of the monies, pleasing the boards and CEO’s. I think this more akin to crows feasting at the carcass. There isn’t much money and pleasing the shareholders never improved wellness. There is a finite supply of monies and pleasing the CEO’s and padding their golden parachutes never helped struggling parents with sick children. Dipping their beaks, sucking up the juice.
Ahh for sure, all that will be left of Sustinet will be the bones, no juice, no meat, no insurance, no coverage. And the fat cats will be daubing their beaks with linen napkins.
You’ve been turfed!
Posted by redlinedoc in Commentary of the times, Medicine, Universal HealthCare on June 21, 2009
More of my patients are being turned away at the gates every day. Often they need advanced care which we at the primary care level can’t give them.
I have always felt that we were most lucky, we are a smallish state and have a training institution and hospital which are owned and operated by the state. This hospital should be seeing the those at the fringe, those in great need. For many years the hospital was located in the center of an immigrant community. In the 70′s it relocated to a suburban location, very upscale. At first there was a bus to take people from the community but that quickly was quashed. Now it takes two busses and a local jitney at the heath centet, about 2.5 hours, to get there. Not much of a barrier.
Patients going to his greater facility of learning often encouter trolls at the gates. Trolls? Admission to this center of ‘much higher learning’ requires the proper insurance, not some of the lower paying kinds that our patient’s possess. When they call, the answer is frequently, call back when you have better insurance.
A few weeks ago, after some harsh notes from our facility, several well dressed physicians show up to try to make arrangements to expedite the admission of our patients into the gleaming tertiary care facility, state owned and supported. To show magnanimity one of the docs takes out a card with driving directions and some special parking near his clinics. There is muffled laughter as we tell him that the majority of our patients don’t drive nor own cars. He’s a bit culturally disconnected.
Lest you think that this is peculiar to the country estate hospital, the in-city institutions answer similarly.
Recently a patient shows on a Friday afternoon, all hunched over, the Groucho Marx walk, right upper quadrant pain, rather classic gallbladder symptoms; a surgical problem. She is referred, complete with small note from the doc, and ambulance transported to the in citty emergeny room to prevent her from having to find transport. The attending physician there concurs but adds the diagnosis ‘shitty insurance’ and instead of wheeling Senora Patient to a holding area for surgical admission, gives her back a note with the names of two surgeons in the area saying she needs urgent and immediate care. She of course calls those offices only to find that neither surgeon participates with her insurance. Quel suprise! Monday morning, quite more hunched over she comes back to our primary care clinic, sicker, with the note and no scar. A nasty note and a phone call, she’s retransported and admitted for care. This is a good outcome?
With all the ballyhoo about insurance companies participating in health care, and contrary to their every present advertisements that ‘they take care of you’ we need remember that there’s a profit motive totally separated from any health provision. The recent squealing and wheezing from the health insurance companies and their paid compadres in government about the death of health care should we use single payor or government sponsored health care is quite self serving, serving only their investors.
The only investors in Medicare are we the users. Its far from perfect. It has a 5-8 percent overhead, unmatched anywhere in the insurance industry, even with draconian plans which provide and income source for the insurance companies not safety nor security for their policy holders.
We need to re-direct our efforts and energies toward providing a comprehensive Medicare type system. A single payor system will insure fairness. I see no reason why the private companies can’t compete for business as they do in every other country with single payors. Lets see them for what they are, trolls at the gates.
From My Window
Posted by redlinedoc in Commentary of the times on July 20, 2009
Its sometimes a sad view, a view of contrasts, a view of contradictions, a view of humanity. I look out into the swirl of mad colors, through the colors of people, through the colors of spring turned summer, through the bright signs to the monochrome lives of the poor on our block.
She must be 15, maybe. She swirls out the door of the rattrap that fucntions as home slamming the door, wearing nothing to deceive the immagination. She would be pretty but she has mean and hungry eyes. They aren’t child eyes of wonder, that luster long gone. The inquisitiveness of memory is locked away. Hunger. Money. Use me. Now.
She clambers to a car, her high heels a misery to satisfy yet another customer. Hunger. Money. Use me. Now. They are off but it is not long that she appears again, on the street, long legs up and down the block this child lost grown too fast. And yet again in but a few minutes she is gone from sight. Hunger. Money. Use me. Now.
And so this long afternoon progresses. From time to time, as we all do, I look out my window at some block familiars and some I haven’t and will probably never again see. They are all hungry. All waiting. And then she appears but in new colors and new shoes, striding out with her hard child-long-gone eyes.
I see her walk down the block. A throw away child. I doubt that there is a want ad which reads “Join the fun life, you too can be a street prostitute at 15″. Yet. There she is.
Hungry. Money. Use me. Now.
Child, poor, poverty, urban, vulnerable
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