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Frakking health care debate

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

I am so sick of the health care debate, the right-wing scare tactics, the left-wing lack of balls to do the right thing. Just so I can write it down, this is what I want. I hope my right-wing nut case friends will chime in and explain to me what is so wrong with this simple approach.

What I Want

I want the NHS, which is a two-tiered system in which everyone is covered for everything, but people with more money or desire can buy supplemental insurance so that they can get a better experience than the universal one.

Oh no! Is that fair? Should rich people be able to get a better experience than poor? Duh! Of course they should! As well as more responsible people, people who prioritize things differently, people who just think their health care is worth spending money on. Being rich does come with its perks.

So what’s the difference for people with supplemental insurance? They don’t have to wait in the lines. Yes, there is rationing in a universal coverage system. There is rationing that is explained up front, that is decided on by a organization of professionals (NICE). The board of directors of that organization appears to be people with medical degrees much to my amazement. In America rationing is accomplished by several methods, including

  1. not bothering to cover you in the first place if you happen to have a pre-existing condition
  2. hiring people to figure out ways not to pay your benefit for you after you have received the treatment
  3. refusing the treatment up front
  4. just ignoring your bills and making you submit them over and over again
  5. being too expensive for you to have any coverage at all

Right-wing nut cases like to complain about unknown, anonymous bureaucrats making decisions about our health care, but don’t seem to mind at all that unkown, money-motivated people are currently playing a big role in our health care lives.

So in England, you wait in a queue for that non-life-threatening problem that requires an MRI, but you get chemotherapy right away if you have cancer. But you don’t wait for the MRI if you have supplemental insurance.

“Free” Health Care is Un-American

Best friend’s boyfriend, say what?

Actually, a universal health care system would really make life so much easier for so many people, including those very people who make America what it is: the entrepreneurs! Yes, right now if you want to start a new company or join one, you might just have to pass because you have a pre-existing condition. Some of the greatest companies in the history of the world have just not happened in America because, oops, one of the smart guys involved had a kid with a diabetes, or a spouse with cancer or a bad back, and they couldn’t give up their insurance at their current company.

(Fingers crossed that they never get fired from that company after they get sick.)

Then there’s all the millions of small business owners, you know, the Joe the Plumber types (except ones that know what tax brackets actually mean) that employ the vast majority of US workers (if I am to believe what I keep hearing every presidential election cycle). Imagine if they didn’t have the burden of paying the health benefits of their employees, ugh, such a small pool, high risk, bad bad.

But What About Those Damn Freeloaders!

My right-wing nut case friends just cannot get over the idea that one person might be subsidizing another person’s health care. I don’t get it. It’s insurance! You don’t know until you check out that last time whether you’re going to end up ahead or behind in the system. If you get cancer you will end up ahead, if you get a scratch on the knee, you end up behind. But at least you didn’t spend half your frakkin’ life worrying about it! Do they also worry about subsidizing the fire station? I don’t think so!

Ah, but with a federally funded program, people who pay more taxes will be paying more than those who earn less. This makes all the right-wing nut cases crazy. They assume that as soon as somebody sees a deal like that, they’ll all immediately quit working and making less money just so they can say to themselves, they’re getting more than they’re putting in. I for one don’t give a rats ass about that. The United States is full of hard working people. Not all of them are, there are the occasional welfare queens driving Cadillacs I suppose, there will probably be people who could be working but aren’t who get free health care, but really, is it necessary to agonize over it? Does it matter? Isn’t it the case that the country is full of hard working people who want to get ahead in their lives? The people that don’t want to work … well they won’t work … and they will go to the emergency rooms and get free health care anyway. Is it worth agonizing over? I don’t think so.

Costs

According to the World Health Organization, as of 2006 the United States spend twice as much (a little more than actually) on health care per capita than than in the UK. The UK spends half as much and everyone is covered! Yes, there are queues, there is rationing, but so there is in the United States. It’s just rationed differently. And in the UK you can get around the rationing by buying supplemental insurance. The costs of that insurance is low as far as I know, but even if it weren’t, a 50% difference leaves a lot of room to spend on supplemental insurance!

Most Americans are Happy with their Insurance

I’ve heard that. I am not sure I believe it. However, I wonder how many of them have pre-existing conditions? It’s only a matter of time. Everyone is going to get something, some time. I have been buying my own insurance, on and off, for years, and it’s not pretty.

For example, I have a condition called sleep apnea. Nobody will cover it. I must get a job at a regular company and then it will be covered (I think). (BTW - how strange is that, anyway?) But if I want to start a company, join a small company, work for myself, or just be a lazy bum, no insurance company will cover my pre-existing condition. Well, so wait, if it matters to me, I should save up my money so I can get that operation, or that sleep study, or that BI-PAP machine, or whatever it is I need. And I would be willing to pay out of pocket for that stuff assuming I can afford it. But, oops, what if something goes wrong while I am treating one of those pre-existing conditions? Say I have a simple operation and they, oops, paralyze me in some freak accident involving a drill? In that case, I am not covered. The subsequent treatments will not be covered. In other words, in order to PAY for my treatment out of my OWN money, I have to put my life’s savings, my kids’ college funds, my house, my family, everything I have accomplished at risk. In other words, I can’t really take that chance.

Wow - in the greatest country in the world, I cannot pay for my own treatment. If that is not broken I do not know what is.

The NHS Experience

I call the doctor and usually get an appointment within a few hours. I walk to the nearest NHS, sit down, rarely wait, don’t feel rushed, talk to a doctor about something bothering me, and off I go. I don’t stop to sign paperwork, copy an insurance card, I don’t have to make a co-pay, I don’t wonder whether the insurance company is going to deny me, and if they do, whether I just resubmit and they will pay that time, or whether I have to get on the phone, or what this payment code vs. that payment code means, blah blah blah blah blah. I go in, I get treated, I don’t feel like a cow being herded in and out as quickly as possible, the way it used to in the US before my doctor said “ENOUGH!” and got out, and started a concierge service where people pay her $400/month for the right to call her mobile phone number and get home visits. In other words, she got out so she could provide the kind of service she wanted to all along (the kind I get at the NHS) but couldn’t because she was being squeezed, and well, it’s a shame that only rich people can afford her as a doctor anymore.

That’s the kind of service I feel like we get here with the NHS. First time I went in there I just had to give them our name and address. I didn’t need to give them proof of citizenship. In fact, they didn’t care. If I live here I am covered. On the way out I was just lingering, trying to figure out if I could give somebody, anybody some money!

Health Insurance Madness

Think about the process in the United States. You want health insurance so you call up a company and you tell them about yourself. If you’re really sick the insurance company doesn’t want you as a customer and they will send you packing. What they really want is young healthy people who will pay the premiums and get sick hardly ever.

So when you apply you tell them all about yourself and they hire people to try to figure out if you are telling the truth. Later, after they have accepted you, you submit a claim and if it’s more than a certain amount or it’s just not run of the mill, they do some investigations to make sure you are actually eligible and that you didn’t lie on your application years ago.

If you’re a doctor and somebody comes in and submits insurance, they bill the insurance company for you sometimes, often even. They have no idea of the insurance company will pay, of course. After all you might not have satisfied your deductible yet. You probably don’t know, either. So the doctor submits the bill to insurance, the insurance sends a letter to you in the mail indicating yay or nay, send something back to the doctor, you call the insurance company and explain why they are wrong and should pay, they ignore you, the doctor sends you a bill because you  haven’t paid yet, and around and around it goes. I had that go on for 12 months once. Who do you think made  money in that scenario? Who do you think paid the costs of sending all those letters, all the time spent on the phone, the insurance people, the doctors administrators, all working on not paying a $100 bill.

People, all this nonsense costs money. There are reasons why we spend twice as much as the UK and this is one of them. Remove this inefficient nonsense from the equation. Have one big insurance pool, cut costs, remove middlemen, create a board of people to oversee what treatments are covered and when, explain it all and put it on the web, and let the voters decide if they want MORE health care or LESS health care, either by voting for increases in taxes or by buying their own insurance on top of the universal coverage.

Stop the madness! You can have your cake and eat it too. Universal coverage plus a secondary insurance market.

What Obama Wants is No Good

I’ve heard Obama wants to offer everyone an alternative insurance. At first that sounds great. I mean, I don’t want “free” health care, I am willing to pay out of my own pocket for it, I just want to make sure I can get coverage for a reasonable price (made possible by a large pool) without nasty pre-existing condition issues (like if I were working at a corporation).

But that won’t work because if you can get insurance whenever you want, then you just start paying when you get sick and stop paying when you are cured. The only way it works is if everybody pays into the system from the moment they are born or at least the moment they have an income. There can be no timing the insurance market. You’re in for life and not a moment shorter or a moment longer.

Obama needs not to be afraid of the notion of rationing. He needs to be upfront about it, he needs to point out in no uncertain terms how much rationing exists today and how its implemented. Some people will try to get him with the idea of death committees or the notion of putting a price on a person’s life, and when they do that you just have to tell them to shut up. Is there a limit to how much a person’s life is worth? Hell yes! Do those limits exist today in today’s US health care system? Hell yes! Do they exist in all walks of life in the US and in the world? Hell yes! We could spent $10k/car on air bags to save a few more lives each year and it wouldn’t be be hard to calculate how much that extra spending cost to safe those lives, and therefore how much those lives are worth in our eyes. So, yes, there are calculations to be made when deciding who should get a share of the publicly financed health insurance, there has to be, just make those calculations up front and put them on your website.

If you want to buy yourself some insurance against those calculations … BUY YOURSELF SOME INSURANCE! It’s not likely to cost you that much.

Life goes on …

Thursday, January 3rd, 2008

I have three drafts that will never see the light of day. But writing blog entries is supposed to be easy. Plus, I am supposed to be writing them for myself (and the family) as a record of what is going on in our lives, etc. What's the matter with me?

It's been 2 1/2 months since I last wrote! Or longer, now! I just must get this stuff down before it disappears into my past.

NHS throwing me curveballs

So I got my appointment, met with a nice young lady who took one look at me and said, "You're too skinny to have sleep apnea." Not exactly like that but pretty much like that. I told her that I have already been diagnosed with it from Stanford. She was not impressed. She said, "Well, if that is in fact the case, then you are in the right place, unfortunately our sleep study appointments have an 18 month waiting list."

HAHA - I knew my right-wing nut case friends would have a field day with that, and I was resigned to going the private route, paying out of pocket if I have to. Because it is getting quite bad I am afraid.

(In good news, I have had more than one person say to me recently, "You look so relaxed!" People who know me might be quite impressed with that. Nobody has ever said that to me, ever.)

Then the NHS sends me a letter about 10 days later saying, "You're appointment for an at-home sleep study is in two weeks." Huh? So in I go to the sleep center, get wired up to look like a suicide bomber, and then get sent back home on public transportation with just a few wires showing …. They assured me nobody has ever been arrested or … killed … as a result of heading home all wired up like that. But, it was great, doing the sleep study in my own bed, where I would very comfortably not sleep very well.

It took about another 10 days before the next letter arrived saying, "Come in to the NHS to discuss your results." So - who knows?!?!? So far I am impressed with the service I have received for free.

And now, because this post is taking me forever to write, I have an appointment at the NHS to get a teeth impression made, so that I can get a mouth piece that might help me with my sleeping problems. I'd say this is amazing, methodical progress. If this mouth piece has any impact at all then I will look into a fancy machine and see if that helps more. If not, well, we'll have to see.

But there's more to life than sleep apnea

I started one of my three drafts with the subject "It's a great time to be alive and in London!" I was feeling particularly good. I think that particular time Sue and I had just come home from seeing President Bartlett's wife - I mean Stockard Channing - in a little play in Islington. Islington is down one branch of the Northern line and up the other, OR, about 50 feet to our east ;-) We were bordering on late so we had to walk very quickly, but it was 7 or 7:30pm, the streets were full of people, the side walks were Champs-Élysée wide, lots of bars and clubs, etc.

The small theatre was very cosy, the play was excellent, and the walk back to the TUBE was more relaxing. This time it was 10pm and it was still warm and people were eating on the side-walk cafes, etc, bustling with energy. I just thought it was fantastic. That evening put me in a good mood for two weeksat least!

And then a few weeks ago Sue and I went to watch King Lear with Sir Ian MacKellin. We were in row B. He and the whole team of actors were incredible. I mean, King Lear … and I stayed awake! I'll admit that I was struggling to stay awake for the usual reasons, and then Lear pulled up his shirt and pulled down his pants, and there he was in all his glory. That woke me up a little bit: he was incredible … and his acting was amazing, too!

All kidding aside, Ian MacKellin's performance was incredible. I was as exhausted watching him as he looked putting on the performance. And then in the end, after everyone took a bow, he came out to the front of the stage and gave a little speech about AIDS and how it is customary on this day each year to ask for donations from people in the theater on the way out.

In the battle of British X-men alumni, Ian MacKellin's performance in King Lear wins by a landslide over Patrick Stuart's performance in Antony and Cleopatra. They were both good but only one was amazing.

And then there was my birthday

I turned 43 this year. Sue took me to Greenwich Mean Time where I have a certificate showing I was standing on GMT and GMT + 1 at the same time on my birthday. Um - worth every pence I paid for it. The National Maritime Museum was an amazing place to visit. Here's a view of it from the bottom of the hill: 

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The four or five seaworthy clocks that John Harrison invented were all there in the museum, along with great demos of why standard pendulum clocks of the day couldn't cope with seas travel (rather obvious once you see it). Coincidentally, Madeline and I had just done a little geo-caching a week or so before that, and one of the items was to find John Harrison's grave stone at a church in Hampstead. I'd never heard of him until then …

I think we're pointing (the camera, that is) south, which would put Sue at GMT + 1 and me at GMT. But … I could have it backwards:

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After, we ate at a pub where I had "something wonderful" for the second time in a couple weeks. I can't even remember what it is anymore, but there's a piece of ham as thick as a burger under the two eggs, peas, tomato and fries:

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Aperitif Revisited

Our friends Bob and Sheila came out to stay with us on and off for a week or so. Bob's birthday was the day after mine, so we had a joint celebration at the Scene of the Great Aperitif Incident. Yup - we went back to the place where I was in over my head, but this time I was prepared, although a little anxious. When the waiter asked us if we wanted an aperitif I hesitated only as long as it took to wiggle my eyebrows at Bob to show him I knew what was going on.

We did the tasting menu again, like last time: 7 course meal. This time Bob and Sheila used fancy words involving wine with our "waiter with a strong French accent" and the next thing I know we had a different wine with all 7 courses!

Four hours of relaxing, fun, incredibly tasty, non-stop conversation. It was just the best, and worth every MIND-BOGGLING penny - I mean pence - of it ;-)

The restaurant, which I highly recommend BTW, is called The Greenhouse, and it's very good.

Out and About in London with Bob and Sheila

Bob and Sheila were of course a lot of fun. We did lots of things with them we maybe should have already done but I am bad …

We spent a day wandering along the Queen's Walk, hitting various sites along the way. We stopped in some sort of theater that I can't remember, which happened to have a photo display that was striking and depressing: it was pictures of a lot of the garbage going on in the world. I will never forget the one of the bride and groom, the saddest looking bride of an Iraq vet whose face was damaged beyond recognition, posing for their wedding photo together.

We hit the Borough Market I believe, which was very impressive. They had everything and it all looked good, and there was plenty to taste:

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We checked out one of the official yard measurements in Trafalgar Square (different day of course):

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We saw the changing of the horse guard, which is obviously different from the normal changing of the guard, which we actually haven't managed to see in our 18 months here. How strange! Anyway, the horse guard was very cool in my humble opinion:

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I tried to take a cool shot but it was dark and hard to keep everything still enough to have the right effect. Whatever. That's statue in the distance is … some dude … whose name escapes me:

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Bob seemed … perplexed:

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We managed to hit the Royal Stables (or Mews as they are often called):

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then the Churchill Museum and the Cabinet War Rooms which was mind-boggling, and then ended up near Harrods at the end of a long day:

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At the house we made potstickers, which is always fun. The family that wraps together, stays together, and we have been doing a lot of wrapping lately. It's fun to share. Here Bob has just made some wise-ass comment, which he tends to do, and Madeline couldn't get enough of it:

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I'll admit I had more to drink that normal when Bob and Sheila were here, so the kids saw a side of me they weren't too used to: extremely happy and smiling a lot, and really laughing it up with Bob. Madeline was amused, as was Jason. After they left, Madeline and Jason started making cracks about my being a drunk, which I had to set the straight on. You know, out in public saying things like, "Dad are you going to get drunk again?!" Trust me - I talk up the pubs and school drop off perqs but I am just kidding … usually.

Drinking lots of Apple koolaid

I'll just come clean: I am now officially an Apple bigot. I laugh at people who continue to struggle with PCs, even as I continue to help them on a regular basis. Recently I did complete OS re-installs for two of my friends, and helped another with an obscure problem where typing stopped every 10 seconds for 5 seconds (turned out to be related to the size of their address book, if you can believe that).

The iPhone arrived in the UK and I had to have it. And it is, as I said the moment I saw Steve Jobs' keynote a year ago, The best product I have ever held in my hands. It is an amazing product and it is truly boggling to think about the changes, improvements, etc., they will be able to make to the existing hardware let alone when they upgrade the hardware in the next few years. It will be interesting to see if any of the imitations stand a chance, but I think they have an uphill battle.

Meanwhile, I upgraded to Leopard and have loved every minute of it. It's a vast improvement in a bunch of little ways over the previous release, which was everything I had hoped it would be and more. I enjoy my computer in a million little ways, and I look forward to making some deposits into the Apple bank in the coming year ;-)

The Great Secondary School Hunt

Sue is leading the effort in the great secondary school hunt. I may have mentioned this before: it's like looking for a college. And depending on how well you do in your tests can mean the difference between going to Harvard and going to community college in Alabama. These are the schools that Prince William and Harry went to, etc., and they are serious schools. When I was growing up my father used to say that the education we were getting in our posh little town in Massachusetts was horrible, vastly inferior to the one he received here in England. I used to take that as code words for "you're stupid and I'm not" but I have come to realize that he was probably right. The good secondary schools here in London are second to none as far as I can tell, and if Madeline gets into any of her first three choices she will be in good shape.

So stay tuned. Almost her entire year 6 (fifth grade) so far has been dedicated to preparing for the exams that are about to start in the next few weeks. Once they are over there will be a short wait, and then we will know what her options are.

Americans in Paris

We spent much of a week in Paris again this year, this time meeting some friends who came during their October break in the States. It was sooooo cold in Paris this time around, very cold, and I was sick the whole time.

We hit the Musee D'Orsay which was I think a great place for all, including the kids. A converted railway station, I love the old railway stations in Europe, although I've only seen a couple in Paris and a bunch in England so far:

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See what I mean? Very cool.

The kids were fine listening in to the kids' versions of the descriptions of the paintings. I recommend without hesitation the audio tours for adults and kids wherever you go. Otherwise you walk around with a blank look on your face, having no idea what's going on:

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Here, Daryoush and I are enjoying a beer in a little courtyard, while the kids were running around entertaining themselves and the moms were off doing a little shopping:

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I love relaxing with a beer in strange places. Makes me feel cool.

We wandered through the Jardin du Luxemburg again on this trip, and the kids had fun in the playground while Sue and I sat and froze our butts off. They have the best playgrounds in Paris:

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While we were sitting there we started chatting with a woman who had three kids who were speaking French and English. Our conversation was interrupted by a sudden yell followed by the sound of a woman's head hitting the pavement. Ouch!

Walking the rest of the way through the garden we came across an exhibit showing the history of space flight since it began in the 50s or 60s, whenever it was. One picture per year for the most part. This is a picture of the Sombrero Galaxy, which is 40 million light years from the earth!!!

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I love that three of the republican candidates think the earth is only 6000 years old, meanwhile we're looking at a galaxy that is at least 40 million years old just by how far it is from earth! Only in America… Anyway, maybe this shot gives you a feel for the size of the exhibition:

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We also checked out Sainte-Chapelle this time:

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Impressive, although not all the windows look this nice.

Oh, and this time we made sure to climb Notre Dame. I can't remember how many steps it was now! Maybe the kids remember. It's pretty cool up there:

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And where I come from, that's a big bell:

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No plans to move back to California

Something I said in onne of my previous posts must have been confusing, because my own mother was very excited about the fact that we were coming home. I think she thought we were moving back to the East Coast or something. Also another friend thought we were heading back to California after our one year here.

The truth is, we love it here and we have no plans at the moment to come home. It doesn't mean we won't come home some day, but it does mean we have no plans to do it any time soon. This is an amazing place to live and we're all getting a great education of a sort. This way of life is just right for us right now.

Jason keeps changing

Jason is really REALLY changing and growing, and it is a pleasure to see. I think it's hard on Madeline who has been used to the spotlight for far too long. Jason is smart, opinionated, good natured and quite funny. He is finally starting to remind me of how I remember myself: a wise-ass who has no idea when to stop. My mom and sisters might remember my dropping a plate of spaghetti on the floor growing up, and Jason is at that stage right now.

Anyway, in honor of Jason, I decided to resurrect an old photo of him that I think is one of my best shots ever (July 6th, 2006):

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And here's one I took of him tonight:

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I remember thinking Jason has really changed when he went with some school friends to a chess tournament, his first ever. Sue, Madeline and I happened to hop unexpectedly on the same train as he did, and when we finally noticed each other on the adjacent cars, it was quite fun. Then we got off before him and turned to watch the train go, and he smiled, ever-so-slightly uncertain as his train took off into downtown London without us.

Later that day I got calls from the head mistress of the school telling me all about his day at the chess tournament: he had won 2, lost 1 and tied 1. Amazing. I talked to him on the phone where he just told me what had happened, and then he said, "OK Dad, I am going to go back to playing with my friends." It was like, "What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys …" ;-) He sounded very different.

And on the flight from Missouri to New Jersey I let him go into the toilets on his own, since it was a very small jet, perhaps a 717 or something. He didn't know how to turn on the lights, but I showed him and that was fine. But then I thought to myself, He might not be able to figure out how to get out! And sure enough he started trying to get out but nothing happened … it was too loud in the plane for me to even hear if he was asking me for help, and I was unsure what to do to help him without causing a scene. And then suddenly the door opened and he came out saying, "I couldn't get out!"

Anyway, back in the seat he said to me, "You know, when I was stuck in the toilet, I started to get scared. But then I said to myself, 'If sit down and start crying I might never figure out how to get out!' so I just decided to stay calm and try to figure it out," shrugging his shoulders as he was saying it.

Awesome stuff, coming from a boy who … might have some genes in common with … me …

Royal National Throat Nose and Ear Hospital

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

While we were in Holland I received a letter one week after my initial visit with the NHS confirming that I have an appointment for October 11, which is about 1 1/2 months total wait.

That is not bad.

When I was given my time slot at the Stanford Sleep Clinic it was a much longer wait than that, on the order of 2 or 3 months if I remember correctly (but I never do remember correctly). I ended up not waiting long back then because I called and said, "I can come on short notice if somebody cancels!" and somebody always cancels.

Still, I'm ready to say: NHS 2, US 0. But the treatment is what counts…

putting NHS to the test

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

OK, my right-wing nut cases and left-wing crackpots, I am putting the British NHS to the test, in a direct, head-to-head comparison to the great USA heath care system.

After bumping into somebody in Montana who is my age who "got the machine" and now cannot live without it, I have decided to go back and see if I can get a cure or at least an improvement to my sleep apnea problem. Wish me luck. It has been getting much worse for me lately.

So today I called the NHS and asked for an appointment, and they gave me one for 10 minutes later. That's a good start! When I got there I had a nice relaxing chat with my doctor and told her everything I know about my condition. She wrote a letter to the sleep study people, and we'll see how soon I hear from them. That will be the second test.

She was amused when I asked her if I would have to pay any money to participate in a sleep study or get a machine, or whether I could just walk out of the building without paying …

Meanwhile, tonight I am considering taking my first Ambien, just to see what it is like to get a good night's sleep. It's not recommended for people with sleep apnea, so this may be the last time you hear from me … If that happens, I've asked Sue to keep the blog going for me ;-)