How medical care ought to work

I got some kind of wierdness going on with my foot. Bug bite? Sprain? Alien?

Well, I could try to get in to see my doctor, but that’s gonna take a week or three. By then, this alien is going to have burst out of my foot and left me down a leg.

I could go to the ER, but this isn’t really an emergency, it’s gonna cost like sin, and I’m gonna be taking up resources that someone who’s really fucked up should be using.

Enter the walk-in clinic.

Now, my insurance is a high-deductible kind of thing, so this isn’t a co-pay and out thing. I’m paying cash.

$105, I was in and out in 15 minutes. Diagnosis: some kind of infection. What kind? Who cares. Prescription for an antibiotic (picked up for free at Stop & Shop).

Whatever it was, it’s shrunk, it doesn’t hurt that much, and it’s not bright red.

Which means it wasn’t an alien, so I’ve got that going for me.

But here’s what I don’t get – people seem to think that $105 is a ridiculous amount of money to pay a professional for his time. I pay this every year to get my furnace cleaned. Clearly there’s some kind of mental disconnect afflicting people when it comes to paying for medical care.