Putting the Hell in Health Care

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My super secret source (let’s call her my sister) in Panama City Beach, Florida delivered a doozy.

She is sans healthcare.

Much like 25% of  North Carolina!

She’s also a chronic sufferer of asthma.  So, recently she’s hit with a massive attack and scared.  She has my mother call the Bay Walk-In Clinic on Front Beach Road to find out how much it will cost to be seen and get a new inhaler.

Sis didn’t call because she could barely talk.

The clinic says the cost will be no less than $106 and no more than $134.  My sister heads over to the clinic with 140 dollars in cash.  The doctor was very sympathetic and caring.  Her breathing capacity was just above 50%, and he wanted to hospitalize her.  She said, “no.”  She couldn’t afford it.  So, she was given 3 breathing treatments and a bunch of free samples that included two inhalers.

Sounds sunshiney and humane, dudn’t it?

With lungs now functioning at 89%, my sister goes to check out with the ladies in the front of the office.  They want $300.  My sister explained she didn’t bring that much and asks to be billed for the $160.

The women tell her absolutely not.  My sister said she would have to leave then to get the remaining portion due.

The women…referred to hereafter as the bitches…tell her if she attempts to leave they will call the police and have her thrown in jail.

WTF?????

Anxiety and stress do nothing for my sister’s ability to breathe, but she’s appalled and can’t help herself, “You, bitches, said it wouldn’t cost more than $140!  If I can’t go get more money, you don’t get any!”

The bitches reiterate, “If you leave, we’ll call the police.”

My sister calls my mom and explains the predicament with the bitches (or maybe she was calling them hookers at this point…my sister noticed people in the waiting room were clutching their children close to them.  A wheezing rant is kinda scary).  She puts my mom on the phone with the bitches.

After the phone call, the bitches want my sister’s purse as collateral.

She says,  “I’m leaving my purse as collateral, and you, bitches, better not go through it.  Or I’ll come over that counter and kick both your asses.  I don’t need to breathe to do that.”

So, sis leaves to get the money and returns.

The mother fuckers had the nerve to say they wanted their free samples returned.

To which my sister responded, “You bitches can go to hell.”