Fingers are crossed. That makes for difficult typing. My wife is in the hospital and her womb is contemplating the arrival of twins in a few months. Blessed am I, troubled are we. Her situation is stable and she is resting comfortably in a lovely room with a panoramic view of the New York City skyline and the East River.
God, I love health insurance.
These last few days and months have been all about transferring the comforts of home to the discomforts of hospital. Hospitals are so antiseptic and sterile in their appearance – while being rife with germs and all manner of disease. These are perilous times and I hope for the best, precisely because so much of this is beyond our “control.” It’s funny because hospitals deal in the illusion of control the way that casinos deal in the illusion of chance. It’s almost a perfect paradox. Gambling is a highly measured, infinitely calculated and controlled offering of “games of chance” with odds stacked tremendously in favor of “the house.” Gamblers and casino operators (until recently) were seldom M.B.A.’s or any other academic type we might associate with this enterprise. Hospitals are just the opposite. The cornerstone of the hospital is the concept/idea/belief that its doctors are the most trained, best prepared, highest skilled professionals in the field.
Simply, hospitals (especially university hospitals) impose the belief that quality and academic rigor are at the center of the work – and that chance plays a lesser role. This is truly an illusion. Hospitals are large, mechanized, often inefficient and impersonal operations that can dehumanize as the price for healing. Patients are subject to negligence, malice, and accidents. And that’s on a good day.
So far, I believe we’ve had an exceptional experience in the hospital. I don’t have a single complaint. And as I knock on wood, I know that my chances are better in a casino than they are in most hospitals across the nation. We are fortunate to have the type of health insurance that legitimately protects a family from the facts of life. We are fortunate to be in a hospital with doctors who take the time to answer questions – my wife has thousands. So far, so good.