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I have pretty good insurance. I make pretty good money. But for the fucking life of me I can’t find a doctor that takes my insurance and is accepting new patients.
So this rash on my hand is getting Vaseline until it starts turning black and then I’m taking a cleaver to it.
Even if you did, 90% chance they’d charge you a few hundred bucks just to tell you to put Vaseline on it. 10% chance it turns black and they get to charge you big money to save you the trouble of cleavering it.
… Fuck insurance.
It’s actually farcical that a First World country has this, like if you bought a house in a nice neighbourhood but find out upon moving in that it doesn’t have plumbing; because you assumed that’s just standard.
I grew up out in the sticks. We had some city-slickers move into the house down the road (we would have been neighbors, but there was a field between us). After a few days, they called my dad for help with a plumbing issue. They didn’t have any water. They had run out of water.
Our area didn’t have municipal water lines, so every house had big tanks buried nearby, and had to get water delivered by truck.
They didn’t realize that when they bought the house
