We’re quick to criticize the healthcare system in the U.S.
To be sure, there’s plenty of cause for legitimate frustration with our healthcare system. Premiums and prescription costs are too high, too many unnecessary tests pile on costs, statements are impossible to read or understand… the list is endless.
But a stark reminder last week brought me back to earth in terms of how grateful I am for the healthcare system in the U.S.
I was on vacation in Scotland. I was on a whisky and walking tour of the River Spey region that distillers like Glenfiddich and Macallan call home. Each day, we would leave one hotel or bed-and-breakfast and walk or run to the next one five to 10 miles away.
Then would come a nice long rest and an optional visit to a distillery to get a good tasting and an accompanying buzz. Some more rest would follow, and then a great dinner. It was a trip full of good times with good friends.
But on the last night before heading to Edinburgh, I felt a sharp pain in my side. Keep in mind, this was Scotland, in the United Kingdom… not a country where the water is unsafe.
I quickly checked Google for a walk-in clinic nearby. There were none. I checked for an emergency room. The closest one was in Inverness, about 35 miles away. The pain subsided, so I decided to wait until I reached Edinburgh the next day.
That morning, I went to the pharmacy to see if someone there could help diagnose what I had. They had good insight, but they couldn’t help with any prescription – no different than here in the U.S.
There was one doctor down the street, but it would be hours before I could see him without an appointment.
I went back online to check for options before I arrived in Edinburgh. There were a couple of walk-in clinics where I could talk to a doctor via Skype, but they closed at 5 p.m. and my train was set to arrive at 6 p.m.
There was one ER in the area. But it was also the weekend of the massive Edinburgh Festival Fringe, during which the population in the city swells by more than half a million people. I would give that ER a try, but only if the pain got worse.
It stayed the same, so I loaded up on ibuprofen and hopped on the plane for the flight back. While in New York, at the airport, the pain worsened.
My next flight would get me home in about three hours. I Googled walk-in clinics again just in case, and more than a dozen popped up. That made me feel better.
As soon as I got to my home airport, I beelined to one of the half-dozen walk-in clinics on the way home from the airport. Within …read more
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