Next time I hear someone argue against Obamacare or universal health care, I’m just going to whip this out:
I’m a 21-year-old guy. I went to the hospital at 11:30 p.m. one night because I had unexplained chest pains. I was there four and a half hours. The doctors, nurses, radiology techs, etc., did an EKG, CT scan, chest X-ray and blood work to make sure I wasn’t about to drop dead.
Diagnosis: Nothing. Anxiety that basically self-perpetuated because it made me feel like something was wrong with my heart.
Know how much the bill was for my little late-night ER jaunt? $10,000. To make sure I wasn’t going to die. (INCLUDING $6,500 FOR A FIVE-MINUTE CT SCAN)
Luckily, I have pretty good insurance. My insurance covers literally 98 percent of that.
But I’m not closed-minded enough to think everyone has that luxury. If I (read: my parents, because now you can stay on your parents’ plan till you’re 26. Thanks, Obama!) didn’t have insurance, I’d be fucked. Good and fucked. I’d be 10 grand plus student loan debt in the hole less than two months out of college.
Because I thought I might have a heart problem.
We need to figure this shit out.