Today is a little side bar. I’ve been asked why I call this the medical meat market series? Simple folks … a play on words. I am not referring to “meat market” as in going to the club looking for Mr. Goodbar. Have the good folks here even heard of Mr. Goodbar? Surely they’ve heard of Diane Keaton? And oh my why such a dark reference? Way before 50 shades there was …
And does anyone even go to the club anymore? Do they still look for love in all the wrong places? Dang gurl, you’re old. They don’t. Instead folks swipe right/left or …. hell you don’t know so don’t pretend. Get on with the program.
Okay! Given recent events that have forced me to seek medical treatment, I’ve come to learn that some of these big medical practices are more big business than first do no harm. I am not insinuating they are all shady mofo’s but if the shoe fits? Am I right? In some cases sadly I am. Like in anything else, bad apples exist. Unfortunate when they spoil the barrel. Guilt by association. Yet as sure as I’m sitting here, there is exquisite goodness in the barrel too.
I’ve had the opportunity to walk into some of the biggest and brightest medical institutions, taking over entire floors and in one case the whole building. As an observer, I have seen it all. People in various stages of illness, packed in like sardines. Nothing more than a number. Or worse a dollar sign. Like carcasses hanging on the hook. Hence the reference to meat.
Have I painted a vivid enough picture? Yes? Then my work here is done. For now anyways.
As always, more to come.