At some time or another nearly all of us will avail ourselves of the healthcare system. This is true even for Superman, but only because he was being such a jerk to Lois Lane that she decided to fix his wagon by secretly sprinkling powdered kryptonite in his underwear.
Modern media has only made things worse. Back in the day, a person could live an entire lifetime and experience its everyday aches and pains without giving them a second thought. Not anymore!
Thanks to cable TV and the Internet, the tiniest discomfort can be swiftly magnified into a life-threatening malady. It’s a hypochondriac’s dream. Or nightmare, depending on how you look at things.
Got a nebulous twinge in the abdominal area? Could be that you have Exploding Spleen Syndrome! Do your burps taste funny? Maybe you suffer from a deadly form of dystopian dyspepsia! Your elbow suddenly itches? You might be afflicted with the heartbreak of desiccated epidermis!
There once was a time when having a healthcare problem meant summoning the village shaman. Maybe a chicken would be sacrificed; perhaps some sort of homebrewed potion would be administered. The healthcare professional would then sit at the patient’s bedside until he or she got better — or didn’t. And nobody was ever sued for malpractice because a goat should have been sacrificed instead of a hen.
That stands in sharp contrast to today’s healthcare consumer. He or she has been bombarded by television commercials that tout medications for ailments that the patient would have never imagined otherwise.
Doctors have to deal with people demanding pills for such things as flatulent earlobes or acute toenails. Prescriptions are written to remedy such issues as restless eyebrows and excessive knuckle puckering.
It’s even worse if the patient habitually watches celebrity tele-doctors like Dr. Oz. Were you to take every supplement recommended by such docs you would waste away because your digestive system wouldn’t have any room for food.
Like most, I’ve had times when I’m not hitting on all cylinders. After recently enduring a string of days of feeling thoroughly blech, I decided to seek the advice of an expert.
The problem is, I am too cheap to pony up for a real medical opinion from an actual medical professional. I instead opted to consult with Otis, whom I consider to be both a good friend and a top-notch automotive repair expert. I figured there are so many similarities between the human body and modern cars, the same principles should apply to both.
This decision was made easier by the knowledge that Otis often gives out free advice. Another plus is that Otis would never so much as utter such words as prostate exam or colonoscopy.
Otis had his head buried deep in the engine compartment of a late-model sedan when I strolled into his shop. Glimpsing me out of the corner of his eye, Otis smiled and chirped cheerily, Hey bud, what’s up?
His upbeat demeanor instantly elevated my mood. Physicians take note: a cheerful bedside manner can be a powerful curative.
To tell the truth, I’ve been having some, um, issues, I replied hesitatingly.
Otis straightened up and wiped his hands on a grease rag. What’s the trouble? he asked.
Well, I’ve lately sensed a decrease in power. My get up and go done got up and went.
Hmm… could be a cracked head.
I hate to admit this, but my wife has always thought that this might be the problem. I’ve also noticed a lot more creaking and groaning coming from the suspension system.
Sounds like something could be out of balance. When’s the last time you checked the alignment?
Funny you should mention that. My wife has often grumbled about things being off-kilter and having problems with the steering. She also says that she’s noticed some unpleasant sounds lately.
What sort of sounds?
I guess there’s been a lot of rumbling and popping noises, although I can’t say that I’ve personally heard these things.
Could be bad gas.
My wife says that’s definitely a problem. She says the odor is just awful! But I haven’t smelled anything unusual.
Otis rubbed his chin thoughtfully. You’ve got me stumped. Tell you what. Why don’t you make an appointment and we’ll run a full system analysis.
What would that involve?
We’d just hook you up to our diagnostic computer with this. Otis held up a black cable that was obviously a medieval torture device. A pair of hungry-looking alligator clips grinned at me fiendishly.
Moments later I was speeding home, my aches and pains suddenly gone. The cure was swift and complete! And I still have all my chickens.
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