I had my father get sick when I was 22. And I was poor, alright. And my father had an ulcer, and it exploded and you know all these toxins get in your blood. And basically, my father died, whatever, 50 days after his ulcer. So I had a father get sick while I was poor.
My mother got sick when I was rich. And my mother, you know… I don’t really want to get into it, but my mother was sicker than my father. And my mother’s alive. My mother’s fine, OK? I remember going to the hospital to see my mother and wondering, ‘Was I in the right place?’ Like, this was a hotel. Like it had a concierge, man.
People don’t… if the average person really knew the discrepancy in the health care system, there’d be riots in the streets, OK? They would burn this motherfucker down!”
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Chris Rock [video]
Bringing this back, because some people don’t seem to understand that there is a discrepancy in the quality of care among poor, middle-class, and wealthy people, NO MATTER HOW DEBILITATING THEIR RESPECTIVE DISEASES MAY BE.
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Forever reblog.
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The difference in quality of care can be described in the way the receptionist looks at and speaks to you:
Poor/No Insurance/Medicaid: Receptionist doesn’t make eye contact, speaks to you as though you are unintelligent (including speaking more loudly, slowly, and using the same tone you’d use with a five year-old.)
Middle-Class w. insurance: Receptionist makes eye contact, doesn’t show distaste when you present insurance card, is polite and friendly to you.
Rich w/or w/o insurance: Receptionist is flustered because you’re kept waiting for five minutes and your tea/coffee has gone cold. You are treated as though your time is valuable, and any questions you address to the receptionist are referred to the doctor because the doctor is your equal while the receptionist is not.
I’ve experienced the first two, and observed the last. I’ve literally had an appointment bumped because of the last.
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