Showing posts with label Edmonton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edmonton. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Obamacare Previewed in the Frozen North


You walk into a typical movie theater, and before the feature starts, you get a sneak peek at coming attractions...a preview of what is coming soon to a theater near you. Up across our northern border last week, I got a preview of the coming attraction of...Obamacare. Here's the headline of an article in the Edmonton Journal:

Ban on private imaging scans urged
The province’s medical watchdog is proposing Alberta outlaw private diagnostic imaging because it allows patients with fat wallets to jump the queue. The College of Physicians and Surgeons of Alberta will debate revised standards of practice next week that would make it unethical for doctors to provide preferential access to any insured service based on a patient’s ability to pay.

“We don’t think you should be able to buy an MRI or CT scan privately,” said college registrar Dr. Trevor Theman, “that it should all be a publicly funded service.” Albertans currently wait as long as 37 weeks for an MRI in a public facility, but the imaging can normally be done within a couple of days at private clinic if a patient can afford the $700-plus cost.

As Barack Obama might say, this is a teachable moment. Point one would be the inefficiency of government health care. An MRI is a diagnostic tool. In Canada, where healthcare is "free" (*cough* taxes), it takes a little over nine months to get an MRI diagnosis of whatever ailment or injury you may have experienced.

The second point is, there is a panel to determine just what kind of treatment you are allowed to have access to. Let's not call it a "Death Panel", let's call it a "Stay Sicker and in Pain Longer, Just to Make it Fair" panel. The SSAIPLJTMIF is appalled that some private enterprise might actually diagnose the problems for rich people in ways that are unavailable to the poor, and thus are grossly unfair. These rich fat cats "jump the queue". What we call 'cutting in line' down here in the lower 48.

Actually, $700 doesn't sound all that bad! I don't think you'd have to be rich, but maybe somewhat above the mean, income wise. But the SSAIPLJTMIF is not merely appalled, they believe it is unethical for people to freely spend their own money on a service that they need, unless the same opportunity is extended to every subject in the commonwealth. (Hmm. "commonwealth". We may be onto something here!)

On the one hand, our benevolent overlords here in the States are building a two tier system, where they do not have to suffer under the same laws and conditions they impose upon us, so maybe our Canadian brethren will teach the wealthy politicians that it is unethical for them to be treated better than their subjects? (Stop laughing!)

And it could even be argued that in a long line waiting for a limited number of diagnostic machinery (limited by government inefficiency), that every person who was well off enough to opt into a private screening would shorten the line for those poor bastids that had no other options. No, says our ruling overclass. The misery and suffering must be shared equally! However, in a follow up story in the Journal, it was noted:
"the Alberta Medical Association says the private clinics have been a partial solution to limited resources in the province’s hospitals."

It should be noted that 'for pay' MRI technology for Canadian pets is available at any veterinary clinic that cares to shell out for one. The SSAIPLJTMIF is perfectly okay with Fido getting his MRI in a timely fashion, but Grannie's hips and elbows have to wait nine months.

Another preview of things to come, is the revelation of certain clinics that are for "members only". A little higher up the food chain, and you could spend up to $10,000 a year to be a member in a clinic that would expedite your treatment. I expect to see those popping up for the millionaires and billionaires who toe the liberal line but take the private jet or helicopter offshore to visit "the club" when health services are needed.


Of course, if you receive your diagnosis nine months before the other guy, and have a problem correctable by surgery, you can then jump the next queue, or find a surgeon in the US (up until our system is as screwed up as theirs!)

In the last five years, I'd say I had two MRIs and a CAT scan. The longest I had to wait for an appointment was several days. In one case, my doctor requested it in the morning and it was done that afternoon. This wasn't for a life threatening emergency. I was ambulatory and this was on an outpatient basis.

In the land of the (currently) free, a profit motive provides incentive for an abundance of diagnostic equipment, and the subsequent ease and timeliness of access. When government assumes responsibility for health care, it must be rationed and budgeted like any other item government spends its money on, and thus is subject to lobbying, cronyism, corruption and incompetence.

To all those who say defund Obamacare now, I say "Godspeed". The rich will find ways to jump the queue or hire private physicians or access an offshore hospital ship regardless of how ever many laws are passed. Government inefficiency, except for places like the VA, Indian reservations and Medicare, which are already under the government's control, has not yet brought us into the nine month waits our friends north of the border have to see a specialist or get an MRI. We are facing a similar shortage of doctors, where it may soon be difficult to either keep your family doctor or find one who is accepting new patients. And God help you (literally) if you are a new patient on Medicare.

To paraphrase Lincoln Steffens, I have seen the future of Obamacare, and it does NOT work. It is not "unethical" to purchase something for yourself, that you need, just because someone else might not be able to. It may be unethical, or at least imprudent, to put people in charge of our health care who think it is.

Update: Another thought on the "unethical" behavior of simply buying what you yourself need. If the nannies of the nanny state want to "make it unethical for doctors to provide preferential access to any insured service based on a patient’s ability to pay", how about groceries? You need food to live, right? Should we make it unethical for grocers to provide preferential access to any food based on a person’s ability to pay? Is it unethical for someone to order steak and lobster while another man is stuck with beans and franks? And if we take the old liberal bromide "Think globally, act locally" to heart, then is it "ethical" for we in the west to have access to any food and medicine at all, when there are people dying of starvation and disease in third world countries? Something tells me, that those of the College of Physicians and Surgeons of Alberta, climb into a nice car at night, drive home to a warm and comfortable house, eat until they are satisfied and never lose a minute of sleep in their memory foam beds, under their Egyptian cotton sheets, over whether or not they are themselves "ethical".

Update II: Thinking back to my own experience, none of the tests I went in for were life threatening. In fact, I drove myself to each test. In the case of my knee, I waited for months before I decided that it was serious enough to look into treatment. That was a self imposed wait. If I had lived in Canada, under the same circumstances, I think I would have waited just a week, and then put my name to the list for an MRI, not knowing whether or not I really needed one, but not willing to take the chance that if I did, I could get one in a timely fashion.


Cross posted at LCR

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Edmonton Diaries - Fin

"Fins to the left, fins to the right..." Sorry! Must have been listening to too much Radio Margaritaville this last week!
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The view from my window seat at SFO

Finally flew home from Canada (or Canadindiana*, as the natives call it), and boy, are my arms tired! A few final thoughts on our friends from the Frozen North. One, the weather was really nice this time of year, even a little warm. The fact that I could see a ski lift on a hill next to one of the highways made me suspect that it might not be a temperate climb all year 'round.

That, and I gather that occasionally, a fight will take place and a hockey game will break out! I went into one sporting goods store, looking for a gym bag or small pack to carry some stuff back across the border, and the hockey section of the store was larger than my first house!

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Another oddity I noticed in Edmonton, was the price of gasoline, and not just that they advertised it in "liters", (An imaginary unit of measurement. It takes two of them to make a good sized bottle of pop!) Knowing I was going to have to fill up the rental car with gas before I left, I took note of the price of gas: $1.149/ liter. I suppose I should break it down for the "metric impaired" (or "muggles" as they call them up here!), it takes 3.78541 liters to make up what we here in the States call a "gallon". Much easier! Thanks for clearing that up, metric system!

So, figuring 3.78541 liters to a gallon, and an exchange rate of $.9495 to $1 US , (I'm doing the math in my head) makes gas about $4.13/gal American for everyone in Edmonton. And I mean everyone. I did not see any variation on that price anywhere in town. Major oil companies and smaller independents, all were $1.149 a liter, every day that I was there, morning, noon and night. By contrast, here in California, I might see the price at an Arco at $3.499 a gallon and a Chevron across the street at $3.719, or anything in between. The price could vary with the proximity to the freeway, or the city or county it was in, but, there's a lot of variation. Plus, it might be $3.499 when you drive by in the morning and $3.569 when you pass by again in the afternoon. Seeing the Stepford gas stations all across Edmonton, unchanging every day, was a bit disconcerting to this California boy. Actually, there was one station with a different price listed, but that price was $0.000, and there was a high chain link fence around it.

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A picture of the White Spot and Denny's, to show "I'm not making this stuff up!"

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The last thing of interest that happened on my Canadian sojourn, took place in...San Francisco! I hit SFO with about an hour layover, after having been delayed an hour getting out** of Edmonton. Seems the geese have priority take off and landing privileges! It was a tad early for dinner, or not, depending on which time zone your stomach was in, so I wandered the concourse not knowing if I was really hungry or what I might be hungry for. I was perusing the signboards at this one establishment, when the fellow behind the counter asked me if I'd like a "free sample". (Fiendishly clever!) He offered a variety of soups and...clam chowder. Always a sucker for a good clam chowder, I said, "Why not?". It's like drug dealing (or so I'm told) but the first taste is free until they've got you hooked.

I ordered a deli ham sandwich on a sourdough roll and a large order of clam chowder. The soup came with a sourdough roll on the side and the sandwich had a small side of cole slaw. The sandwich was probably in the top ten best sandwiches I had ever eaten. The chowder was very, very good and well worth the somewhat inflated prices you pay within the confines of an airline terminal.

The establishment, which I did not choose on the basis of their name, was Max's Eatz and Bakery. Had I been driving by on the highway, I would not even have slowed down for anything that said "Max's Eatz", but my words of advice, are twofold: If you find yourself in SFO around mealtime, try Max's. Really! It's that good! Second, if you go with the large chowder, just get half a sandwich, or vice versa. It was simply too much food for one meal, so I packed half a sandwich out to eat later. (Just as good after I got home!)

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So, it wasn't my intent to give you a restaurant review from SFO as a part of my Edmonton Diary, but there it is, you hosers! Deal with it! I picked up a little bit on the Canadian attitude and I think I feel a hockey game breaking out...

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* Not to be confused with "Canadiana"
** Pronounced "oot". Canadians in general do talk funny. I talked to one fellow who worked in chicken processing. (Long "O" like "tennis pro".) He talked about whole chickens and the "roosters", and I couldn't for the life of me think of anyone preferring roosters over a nice, plump juicy hen, when I finally realized he was saying "roasters". When you say it in Canadian, it comes out (oot) "rooster".
See the things you learn here??

The other Edmonton Diaries can be found here.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

The Edmonton Diaries, Pt. 3

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My new luggage tag to screw with TSA and Customs

As last we left our intrepid correspondent, he was headed for a "fashionably late" dinner, the irony of that statement will become apparent in time! There is a restaurant within walking distance of my hotel, and sometimes it's easier to take a crap shoot on the food, just to get out of getting back in the car and driving again. So I set off on foot to a restaurant called the White Spot. (Yes, I know you liberals are chortling with the notion that because I am a conservative male, I would look for a "white spot".)

The sign said some about the restaurant being "legend"...wait for it! "dairy"...legendary! My own experience was that legend has it someone went there to eat and was served...on the same night! Under the sign, it said "Since 1928". I assume that that is the longest anyone has ever waited to be served there, but that too, seems rather "conservative".

Upon entering, no one was to be seen who actually admitted to working at the restaurant. (Who could blame them?) I waited for several minutes before someone finally wandered up to the front of the restaurant, followed shortly by my "late" waitress. As they walked me back into the restaurant, they asked me where I wanted to sit. I told them I didn't much care, because I was 'pretty easy going'. Yes. I actually said that. (Mistake #2)

I was seated, the waitress handed me a menu and was back shortly to ask if I wanted to start out with a drink. Seeing as how I'd had this HUGE mug of a local red ale with my dinner the night before, I opted for a margarita, seeing as how there were several on the menu.

"Sorry! The machine's broken." This, despite having a fully stocked bar and bartender, and the notion that blenders are not completely unknown in the Great White North. "Okay. Give me a minute", says I, and off she went. Legend has it that she was kidnapped by gypsies who would eventually make her their queen. Others say, she merely died of old age. Perhaps, she too, was waiting on another employee of the White Spot?

After more minutes than I care to count, switching my lack of attention between a tennis match on half the big screen TVs and a hockey game on the others, I left. No one said anything to me on the way out. They may not have even noticed yet that I am no longer there.

I may be the next part of the "legend": the customer they almost served!

(Catty review to follow...)

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The Edmonton Diaries, Continued

Continuing the saga of my adventures in the Great Frozen North, we seek out those culinary treasures unknown in the lower 48:

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Cuites à La Marmite? Sounds vaguely like something they might have fed your great grandfather in the first World War. (Personally I was attacked by a rabid Marmite when I was a younger man, and barely escaped with my life!)

Anyway, I figured I'd buy a package for the novelty sake if nothing else. Fortunately, I was spared from actually tasting it, as a Mountie in a red hazmat suit took them from me before I could open the package.

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Another oddity on my sojourn, as you can see from the photo below, is a railroad caboose, high in the air, on a short bit of trestle leading nowhere. As far as I can ascertain, this was done for "No Apparent Reason", which I have come to believe is the Canadian national motto. Canadians, or "Cans" as they like to call themselves, seem to employ this methodology constantly. Anyone else see the irony of the "Future of Safety" represented by an obsolete railroad car, suspended three stories above your head??

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The next oddity may or may not be universally Canadian. It may just be confined to Edmonton, where the local residents, or "Eddies" as they call themselves, have an inexplicable lack of storage places for their house cats. How else do you explain the presence of this particular button on the dashboard of my rental car?

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People unable to fold their own cats? Unwilling?? Too lazy??? Then what do you do with them? Pop them in the glove box? Fit them in the trunk with the luggage for your vacation?? It's a mystery, eh?


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Time for a fashionably late dinner, where I can observe the Eddies and the Cans in their natural habitat...

Sex in Advertising - Edmonton Style!

For all you connoisseurs of advertising...

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I may not be sure exactly what she's selling, but, it was pretty rude to call the RCMP while I was trying to find out, eh?

On the Road, Again...eh?

One of the reasons why people come here, day after day, no doubt, is to learn at the feet of an international traveler, bon vivant and raconteur, all those details and nuances that may otherwise escape the common man. For example, did you know that in Canada, Denny's uses a maple leaf instead of the apostrophe in their signage? I know! Mind blowing isn't it??

When it comes to haute cuisine, what is hauter than a Grand Slam from Denny's? And from the Denny's in Edmonton, Alberta, an indication that the men of the Great White North might not have the aim those of us South of the Border take for granted?

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So...would those little things in the bottom of the urinal be funnel cakes in Canada? Inquiring minds want to know!!

BTW, Sex in Advertising will be live from Alberta tonight, so, set your DVRs! More later in the week, sleep deprivation notwithstanding...