Another anecdote, this time from Sweden.
A little more than a month ago I was starting to mildly worry about something probably minor, but you guys know how it is: there’s something that kinda nags you and the more you think about it, the more you notice and the more you notice the more you worry.
I had noticed what felt like a contusion on my left calf. I hadn’t bumped into anything nor were there any miscoloring. And I thought I could sorta feel little lentil sized lumps under the skin. There’s no cardio-vascular disease in my family. My BP at total rest is about 115-120, which is not too bad for a guy who’ll turn 64 later this year. It would’ve been different if I had high BP, family history ASF. Then I’d’ve been really worried. I was about to take a flight, and that nagging kept bothering me.
Wednesday
9:00, call the GP practise (first line in our UHC), get referred to a nurse who basically does triage over the phone. I am careful to mention that I feel a bit like a hypochondriac and that it doesn’t feel as if it something really bad. She asks me if I can swing by between 9:30 and 10:00 and she’ll take a look at me.
9:35. I arrive, check in a the reception desk, sit in the waiting room for about five minutes. Nurse I talked to on the phone shows up and get’s me into a small room with gurney, BP machine and so on. She takes my BP, which is slightly higher, as I’ve been moving about and am slightly worried. After some back and forth, she says they’re booked solid, but that she’ll stalk outside the offices of the GPs and grab the first that pops out. I wait for maybe 15 minutes and then she returns with a doc. He feels the leg, prod, hums and says that he’s gonna get me an emergency referral for ultra sound at our (quite big) local hospital. This is done online, so I just have to get there - about a mile away.
11:00. Arrive at hospital, navigate to the building with CT, MRI, x-ray and ultra sound. Check in (using my ID with QR code), no paperwork at all. Now there’s only waiting.
1:30. Ushered into the ultra sound by a nurse. I knew I was in for a bit of waiting. I’m clearly not dying and they have to prioritize. Still, from previous experiences, I’d brought my Ipad and was reading a book.
1:45. After some brief prepping a doc shows up, does the ultra sound thingy and shows me on the screen. Nothing with arteries or veins. He shows me the small lumps, but can’t offer an explanation. But that’s not his job. He’s there to see if there’s something dangerous. I ask him what it could be. “Side effects of living,” he jokes. It’ll go away, no need to worry.
2:00 I’m out of the hospital, five hours after starting, having paid nothing.
The saying here among medical people I know is that you’ll (almost alway•) get the care you need, but maybe not the care you want. I doubt I’d gotten that swift help for an ingrown toe nail.
•Fuckups happen.