Marvelous Mexican medicine

THERE IS LITTLE that pleases me more than rubbing the Gringo and Canuck socialistic noses into our marvelous Mexican medical system. We have a routine that works.

pillsIf you get sick and you’re poor, go to a government clinic and you’ll be cured for free or next to it. Are these clinics on the level of the Johns Hopkins? Of course not, but they get the job done far more often than not. Health care is not a “right,” but it is highly desirable.

The government clinics are paid for, of course, by the government. But — unlike ObamaCare — it is not coercive in any fashion. You are not bludgeoned into being a part of it.

If you get sick and you’re not poor, go to a private doctor or hospital, and you’ll be cured for a reasonable price that you normally can pay out of pocket. And you won’t spend time in a waiting room with 20 other people, and you won’t later spend even more time in a cubicle with your butt chilled behind an open gown.

You will have made the appointment the previous day or perhaps that very morning.

What brings this issue to the forefront today? Why, something that happened to me, of course. For a number of days, I’ve had an annoying ache on the outside of my right calf. I’m a little slow-witted at times, and it took me almost a week to remember that I had this precise problem two years ago.

So what did I do? Did I make an appointment with a doctor three weeks from now because she is booked up till then? No. Did I see a doctor at all? No. I went to my file folder labeled Health, and I found the prescription from two years ago. I had noted on the back what the problem had been:

Ache on outside of leg. Nerve issue.

Bingo!

Unlike above the Rio Bravo, the prescription had not been confiscated by the pharmacy two years ago. It was returned to me, as are all prescriptions that do not involve feel-good stuff like Valium. And antibiotics have also been added to that category, which is good because Mexicans used to eat antibiotics like candy.

I drove to the drugstore and re-filled the prescription. I expect to back back to normal pronto.

Hassle-free, reasonably priced, rapid, non-socialistic healthcare.

18 thoughts on “Marvelous Mexican medicine”

  1. The disparity in prices for health care in Central America and the United States is frightening and absurd. While getting my teeth cleaned on Friday (for MUCHO bucks), the hygienist mentioned that her parents are from Guatemala, although they lived most of their adult lives in the US. Now, they are elderly and in need of medical care. The hygienist said her family has made the decision to bring their parents to Guatemala or more likely Honduras for skilled nursing care. It’s cheaper, and the nurse-staff ratio is much lower in her home country. She said they simply cannot afford quality health care for her aged parents in the US.

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    1. Laurie: The healthcare system in the U.S. is dreadful, and ObamaCare will not change that. It’s much better south of the border. I read somewhere recently that Medicare, which helps many people without doubt, including my mother, was the beginning of the corruption of the U.S. healthcare system in that it started to separate the sick from direct interaction with the medical community, inserting government in the middle. That one fact spread out into many other problems, which remain and grow today. Medicare was the beginning of the upward price spiral.

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          1. If you can get hold of Time’s current edition, it came from there. I ordered the book for my Kindle, Stephen Brill is the author, after I heard an interview with the author in the last few days. Book is A Bitter Pill.

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    1. Señor Mystic: Such options, of course, are discounted above the border by most of the medical community. I do not discount herbalists, curanderos or acupuncturists. I have used acupuncture once, but the other options? Never. But I would not count them out. It can be a mystical world in which we live.

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  2. Hope your nerve issue is resolved soon. I’m seeing my doctor tomorrow for something I’ve had before that does require a current prescription. When I had it before in the states, it took a series of doctors at an HMO a month to figure out what I had and treat it properly. In the meantime, I almost died. I’ll take my chances in Mexico.

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    1. Bliss: I don’t think one is “taking chances” in Mexico. I think you get healed in the U.S., and you get healed in Mexico. It’s just that the process is a million times more pleasant and cheaper and simpler in Mexico. I’ve had some wonderful doctors over the 15 years I’ve lived here. And I’ve had a few I found questionable, so I just never returned to those.

      My leg is already on the Mexican trail to recovery.

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        1. Señor Cuevas: I have had no pendejos that I recall, but I have had some — very few because I have long had my favorites well established — that I would not return to. But that was true above the Rio Bravo too.

          (Aside to those who do not speak Spanish, pendejo can be roughly translated as sumbitch.)

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  3. What I love about the Mexican health system is that self-responsibility is keystone. My recent run-ins with the American health system convince me that the patient is merely an afterthought.

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    1. Señor Cotton: By the grace of the Goddess, I have not been in the clutches of the U.S. healthcare system in over 15 years. But, as I recall, I think your observation is quite correct. The medical community here does seem to be more concerned with the patient.

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  4. I too like to make fun of the Socialist Canadian health system because they are so arrogant about its professed superiority. It reminds me of a joke.

    A Jew, a Canadian and an American were driving in a car. There was a terrible accident and they were all killed. Their bodies were laid out side by side in the morgue.

    Suddenly, someone saw the American start to move, and he woke up. They asked him what happened. The American relayed that they all went to heaven and that St. Peter was at the Pearly Gates. He told them that there was a $200 entrance fee. The American promptly paid it, and that is why he returned to life. The people then asked what about the Jew and the Canadian? The American replied, well, the Jew is still haggling about the price, and the Canadian is waiting for the government to pay for it.

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