I haven’t read these new interim rules yet, many questions at this stage.
I am at the back left. My brother Tim in the foreground, brother Bill to the right.
Dad was camp doctor for the old BSA (Boy Scouts of America) camp that was at Upper Echo Lake. We hiked all over the glaciated granite mountains.You could drink water straight from the creek without filtration using your Sierra Cup. Dad dumped lots of grape Kool Aid into the water. I think they thought sugar gave you energy.
We had the doctor’s cabin at the lake. Cabins still ring the lake though the camp is long gone. No way to haul that much sewage when the Eldorado NF clamped down on pollution. People would ask Dad to do things like remove a fish hook stuck in a dog’s mouth. Of, course, Dad took care of it. He had an air pistol that we shot pine cones with.
This is probably around 1968 or before.It is now called the Desolation Wilderness Area or, to most people, simply, Desolation (external link for map and information).
On Friday I spent a wretched day with Intermountain Healthcare (external link) as I tried to get completed what should have been a routine treatment.
This MRI has taken four months to arrange and it is now only partly done. It is unknown when the rest will be completed.
In the meantime, my hands are rapidly closing in on becoming disabled, while everyone at Intermountain and their contractors goes home to a happy three day weekend without returning my calls.
America does have the best medical practitioners and technology in the world. No question. But they are worth nothing if they are trapped in a system in which no one communicates and in which insurance companies reject even routine claims.
I’d say it is shameful behavior if any of them could be shamed. I think that not possible, as they are now the picture of the disease that is cost cutting, bureaucratic, disinterested corporate medicine. A CEO who isn’t an M.D. Need I say more?
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