I watched Weisburg’s Money and Medicine on PBS this afternoon. My beliefs have been validated. I am not a doctoring person. My husband is not big on doctoring either. We don’t have physicals; consequently, we are not “on” anything. When we have occasion to seek medical attention, we don’t succumb to the salespitch for blood-work and random tests designed for people our age. I don’t care what my cholesterol level is. I suppose we’re lucky, or maybe just blissfully ignorant of the untimely end that awaits us. We don’t care; we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
I’ve been to the doctor. I’ve had two back surgeries and some of my reproductive organs removed. I have an allergy to something that causes an anaphylaxis reaction. I used to carry an EPI pen so I could save my own life if necessary. I’ve had a few CT scans of my head searching for brain damage after a car accident. Ironically, the scan is more dangerous than the accident was. My husband has had scans too. After a car accident, he had a pin put in his ankle and his knee cap reattached. We’re not opposed to treatment but we’re only comfortable with a minimal amount of it.
I like the idea of cure and corrective treatment. I do not like the idea of lingering in an ICU for an extended term. I have a voluminous advance directive, covering many common scenarios. I like to think of it as Elroy’s Manifesto. I don’t recall the specific phrase “multi-organ failure”, even as I feel certain I’ve made a provision for that eventuality. I’ll be making a short revision this afternoon. I do not intend to overstay my welcome.
American medical consumers demand miracles that the medical community can’t hope to produce. We are suffering from unnecessary treatment. Money and Medicine is worth the time it takes to watch.