Remember that song?...K's Choice?
So last night I took my roommates to the ER. The one roomate was at a party on Monday with people she didn't really know, got a drink, left to go to the bathroom, came back, drank it, blacked out and fell to the ground in an unconcious state, hit her head really hard. Had been blacking out all day. Instacare wouldn't take us. Seriously. So there we were, for two and a half hours, sitting in the ER, waiting for results from the CATscan, nurse comes back, writes her a prescription for Ibuprofen. Now I'm not big on drugs, but two and a half hours and all she got was some lousy ibuprofen? So she says how much pain she is in and that she's a waitress and will be on her feet all the next day and isn't there something stronger? Nurse looks at all three of us and says, "We don't give out narcotics here". What, did we look like druggies? You never can tell I'm sure, but roommate was in serious pain, blacking out, massive welt on her head and down her back. A little percasette or Lortab would've gone a long way at this point. "Do you want me to get the physician?" she asks. Yes. So twenty minutes later, and after the lady across the hall started violently vomiting right in front of us, physician comes in and says, "We don't give out narcotics here". Nurse: "See, no narcotics here". Yes, we are now well assured that the hospital doesn't believe in drugs, other than over-the-counter ones like ibuprofen that we didn't need to waste two and a half hours in the ER for in the first place.
Whoever says Universal Healthcare would break us doesn't know the current system is already broken.