As I write this, it was 15 days ago that I went to the doctor to be diagnosed with acute pharyngitis. I accepted the compliment, although I thought it odd since I had not dropped my pants during the exam. I was concerned, and after an exhaustive 30 second Google search, I found I had been diagnosed with a very bad sore throat. Huh. They told me I had a bad throat infection and checked me for strep, but it was negative. I could not speak. I had no voice above a whisper. I felt terrible. Bad sore throat? They threw 10 days of penicillin at me and sent me home. Over the next 10 days, I continued to get worse. I suspected I was in bad shape when I noticed my wife had done some Google searches of her own on my computer for local funeral homes.
I had lost some excellent medical coverage through the ACA/Obamacare the month before. The insurance company we had used for about 18 months (Land of Lincoln in IL) had gone out of business. Network coverage had been excellent and they paid claims. This was a nonprofit insurer that had been created solely for Obamacare to inject some competition in the market.Unfortunately, Obamacare “broke” in this instance.
I knew my wife had some excellent medical insurance through her new job ready for the family in one month, but what were we to do for that one month? WebMD? I went back to the Obamacare marketplace and chose a “what the heck” Blue Cross Blue Shield plan to tide us over for this one month. What could possibly go wrong? Oh right, we may have to use the plan.
The closest in-network provider for my doctor’s visit was 30 minutes away. That seemed a bit far since there are doctor’s offices everywhere in my town and neighboring towns. While the office and nurse were cheerful enough, the doctor appeared to me to be sending me a secret “kill me now” message with her eyes. She was bedraggled.
After the penicillin ran out, I was still very ill, and my wife had started asking me about which I considered to be my best suit. Fortunately, her new insurance had kicked in, our family doctor was in-network, and I headed there pronto as my wife was asking me if preferred laying down for long periods of time in velvet or satin.
I received a shot of antibiotics in the backside, oral antibiotics, steroids, an inhaler, cough syrup with codeine (score!), chest x-rays and a diagnosis of walking pneumonia. With all that, the provider told me that she thought she could keep me out of the hospital. Hospital? I was worried about worse.
Anyway, I am on the road to recovery. My voice is back, although some may not view that as a positive step. I am no longer chugging the cough syrup, but still enjoying the warm calm of codeine in small doses. I don’t feel 100% yet, but I have a week’s worth of antibiotics to take, and my wife has stopped looking at websites for single’s cruises, so I view that as a good sign.
The best part of all of this is that I have lost 6 lbs, or approximately 3% of my body weight for you nosy math geniuses that must know how much I weighed. I now understand that Obamacare may need some tweaks, but I hope it is not repealed. And as for my weight loss all I can say is, “Thanks Obama(care)!”