I had lunch with a lady earlier this week to discuss options for her brother, a stroke survivor. We were talking for a while and she asked “so what are the options for stroke victims?” I responded “there really aren’t any.” There aren’t. And it makes me so upset and angry that I could just spit. And I do sometimes. When I had the stroke, I had health insurance at the time that approved 20 visits of physical therapy per year. This was 20 approved visits of therapy whether I was seeking treatment for a sprained ankle or a stroke. Umm. THIS.NEEDS.TO.CHANGE. “Lucky” for me, I had the education and knew what to do therapy-wise, and for some reason of which I have no idea I had the inner drive to actually do it. It is utterly absurd and atrocious that some insurance companies do not differentiate between diagnoses and the same reimbursement will exist whether it’s for a broken finger or a traumatic brain injury. I think I’ll write a few insurance companies some letters about this. Since I am all about writing letters and agitating people and since I have a writing skill or two, I think I’ll make that my next project. It is also utterly absurd that meditation is not a part of mainstream medicine. I need to stop writing and go meditate, I’m getting too angry.
Dean, have a great trip.