By Grant McGee
I got to thinking about this health care stuff everybody’s talking about; about how I wish things were simpler.
It began with a discussion about the appropriateness of a gift.
The Lady of the House and I were “yardsale-ing” a few weeks ago. This particular sale had an abundance of medical stuff, including a pair of delivery forceps.
“A West Virginia doctor used a pair just like these to bring my littlest child into the world,” I said to The Lady of the House, opening and closing the things as I spoke. “He grabbed a-hold of her head and yanked her out. Left some marks on her head for a few days. I oughta get these and mail them to her for Christmas.”
The Lady of the House looked at me and walked over to where I was standing.
“Just two bucks,” I said holding them up as she approached. “Quite the find.”
“First of all,” she said as she took the medical instrument from my hand, “One does not ‘yank a baby out.’”
“Secondly,” she said as she placed them back in the box, “This is not an appropriate ‘gift.’”
“I was just remembering how simple health care used to be,” I said. “None of this high cost and politics and stuff.”
I thought back to a small town I lived in back in the 1980s.
Health care was handled so simply then.
If you needed to see the doctor you just showed up at his house weekdays at 10 a.m. There’d be a bunch of folks on the porch waiting. Then the nurse would open the front door, patients would file in and write their name on a list on a clipboard, wait their turn, see the doctor, then amble out and pony up ten bucks.
“So simple back then,” I said.
“Or so it seemed,” said The Lady of the House.
Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles andlikes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life. Contact him through his blog at: grantmcgeewrites.com.