Hopefully today will be the last day on the sidelines. 4 days out of action now, but the back discomfort/pain is receding and I got a decent night’s sleep last night.
Brett isolated tight hips yesterday and drilled in with the Superman thumbs. Definitely feel freer this morning though, so all good on that front.
Which started me thinking about who provides medical a care within our society.
At Nepean High, Mathew Kidd was the school brainiac, and he subsequently did medicine at uni. Last I heard he wanted be a surgeon of some description. Now here’s the thing. Matty was so uncoordinated that when I was about 15 he tried to punch me in the head and missed by such a distance that I couldn’t have head-butted his fist if I had tried. Yet society deems that Matty should be paid a whopping sum to hook into someone’s vital organs with a sharp implement. Go figure
While I’m the last person to suggest that my body is a temple (even a crumbling one), frankly it’s the only one I’ve got, and when it breaks I want the best help I can find. And here rests society’s dilemma:
Ø To enter the formal medical profession (read doctor, physio) , people need to pretty much make the decision when they are 18 years old
Ø When you are 18 years old, regardless of upbringing, people choose a profession according to:
o The highest potential earning capacity AND/OR
o The aspirations, expectations and need for reflected glory of their parents AND/OR
o The profession that most elevates their social status
No 18 year old ever chooses a medical career because they
Ø Are really interested in how the body works and how it impacts people’s lives
Ø Care. Because they don’t care. No 18 year old cares about anything other than themselves.
I want someone to work at fixing my ailments because:
Ø They’re genuinely interested in what is happening in there, how it happened, and what to do to help you fix it
Ø They care.
On Monday I went to the doctor so I could get a referral to get some X-rays, and then back to the doctor to tell me all is OK from a skeletal perspective, and that the injuries are all soft tissue related. God knows what that gem cost the tax payer, but the face time was probably no more than 5 minutes in total – for NO improvement in my health outcome.
Tiger and Brett would both spend over an hour in treatment time, and make material and noticeable difference to my health. BUT society has a financial reward system that sends the money to the GP who’s total treatment was to say rest and take Nurofen.
I am thinking of asking Gaz or Brett to have a crack at repairing the screwed up surgery that was done by the opthomologist. Sure they might not know a lot about eyes, but at least I know they’d care.
Passion matters.
W
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