This is one of those “jokes” over which we in the medical field laugh until we almost cry - on any given day or night shift we’ll get one “Amerigroup” (taxpayer subsidized if not paid outright) so-called “insurance” patient with all the gold bling, the tats, reeking of cigarette and/or dope smoke, who will bring their sick child in at the last minute with a fever and ask us to write a prescription for tylenol because their “insurance pays for it.”
Invariably, said stellar citizen, “son of Obama” will then drive off in a newer, more expensive car than any of the medical staff, AFTER complaining about having to make their “copay” of some pittance like ten bucks, EBT cards spilling out of his/her wallet.
Scum. Makes me wish I’d gone into gunsmithing or something instead of medicine. Then I think, what the heck, Cloward and Piven’s theory is just about to come to fruition.
With all of society collapsing around us like the fall of the roman empire, I may be able to trade my services.
Not to worry. You have useful skills. Those carrying EBT cards, notsomuch.
Wife and I were sitting near the billing section in a private clinic and watched as some guy wearing a gold chain that looked like the one from the "Atocha", told the clerk that he couldn't afford the $10 co-pay. She waived the charge.