Monday, November 22, 2004
Everybody is Digging up something in Albuquerque
We're digging for public information and accountability:
On Wed, Nov 17th my team announced support for a lawsuit against our public hospital by the new mexico center on law and poverty. the lawsuit seeks public data and public information that can help our community understand and engage responsibly in health policy negotiations with the public hospital administrators. for almost two years, the CEO has delayed, denied or given superficial useless data and information to our community group, obstructing a real conversation about health care priorities, investments, public accountability, investment in health promotion and prmary care in balance with tertiary care...
They are digging a huge financial hole disguised as a new hospital wing:
Ironically, and unplanned by us, the hospital had their own press conference on the same day associated with a ground breaking ceremony for a new $235 million hospital wing housing 80 new beds. this has been advertised and sold to the public as a "women's and children's pavillion" and was given the official name of our governor, the Bill Richardson Pavillion. So since we had a crowd with us in the morning, we decided to crash their party. About thirty women and children and some advocates joined the celebration with signs and shouts for healthcare for all and equal access for uninsured. PAID BY ALL! MADE FOR ALL?
Some of the more audacious and brave women walked all the way to the front of the event where the governor and hospital board were seated on stage. they carryied their signs quietly while the speaker just kept on talking, with barely a quaver in his voice. here were all these women and children who couldn't even get access to the clinics, let alone a new "women's and chilren's pavillion." it was one of the most amazing sights. the security guards couldn't really throw us out and make a tense situation worse. and besides, once they figured out why we were there, some even supported us and helped by taking groups photos of us with our cameras. :> the people united...
the level of hypocrisy was so thick i needed earplugs and pressure point therapy to control my nausea. for the poets out there, this fact should sum up the metaphorical relationship of this leadership and administrative team to reality: they did a ground breaking ceremony on the top floor of a parking structure.
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11/22/2004 11:09:00 PM |
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Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Clinic Update and Case Study of Insane Healthcare Costs
last weekend i sweated it out with some construction workers who volunteered their saturday to build a wheelchair ramp. they rocked, quality work. my health justice team had adviocated fiercely for one of the men who has a serious eye problem (cataract and glaucoma) secondary to an injury in his home months prior. he was told by ophtho that he needs a surgery but when he didn't qualify for financial aid and they realized he is undocumented, they completely changed their medical plan and stated that he no longer needed a surgery. it's all doucmented in his chart. we actually got him a second opinion that concured with the need for surgery. we were ultimately unsuccessful and this man, decided not to pursue legal means of obtaining his necessary eye surgery at our public hospital secondary to fear of deportation. he would rather lose sight in one eye than push against a discriminatory system that might try to harm him even more. asi es la vida en un pais que existe por violencia de la inicia.
i gotta also put out a special thanks to the Melendez fmaily for donating all the cement for the project. we've had all kinds of people donating time, materials, supplies, ideas...
a group from the peace and justice center have been tiling the bedroom with beautiful saltillos as we convert that space into a consult room. a physical therapist with seriuos construction skills helped rip out the front door to widen it for wheelchair access. a massage therapist friend raised over $1200 and a bunch of supplies from her clients. all that money is tagged to go towards the purchase of an ultrasound machine.
check out this... an ultrasound exam costs minimum $350. a decent new machine costs $10,000. used refurbished much less. for the cost of 25 exams you can buy yourself a machine at that cost... we're going to get our own machine, hire an expert technician who can work part-time (starting one day per week) and be able to charge $50 with a slide and still mae enough to pay for the service with some lunch money left over.
the pricing system in the US is sick. delusional at best, psychotic and belligerently exaggerated at worst, sending too many families into bankruptcy.
here's a case study to consider:
i got a call from a man, uninsured, at 4pm, with a bad infection in his left arm. we met at my clinic and it was clear immediately that he had a raging lymphangitis from an infected wound on his left thumb. he had smashed his finger four days prior, is a construction worker, and wasn't able to really take care of it. at 4 o'clock in albuquerque, this man, being uninsured, has a few options. that's if he's taken five years to study the system and is aware of all his options. likely all he knows is that he can go to the ER. but for arguments sake, let's say he has studied the system. his cheapest option is to go to a place called Clini-Med. it's a private clinic that charges $52 for the visit. it's run by nurse practitioners and they likely would have sent him to the ER with this infection. within the safety-net system (the federally qualified clinics, also called sliding scale clinics) there are no after-hours available so he could wait another day and try to get in the next day. this would cost him roughly $50 including the medicine (a shot of ceftriaxone). if he was savvy and realized the difference between urgent care and ER, he could go to the private urgent cares in town (lovelace and presbyterian) and get out of there for $150 plus the cost of the medicine. likely he would have gone to UNMH, our states only public hospital. they would have triaged him into the ER for a bill of roughly $400 + the cost of the medicine. probably he would have been treated with followup to the ER the next day for another $400 with a small chance of being admitted overnight or in OBS for another $500. even if our public hospital had sent him to the urgent care that is right next door to the er, guess what it would have reduced the price by... ZERO. our urgent care has the same pricing as the ER. don't ask me why unless you want me to go off for 1/2 hour about the insanity of certain administrators who follow a tortuous legal logic to justify this.
from my perspective, a $25 charge for the visit and the cost of the antibiotic was appropriate. he got a shot of ceftriaxone in the butt by me and returned the next day vastly improved. i gave him one more shot in the butt and then started him on PO meds with full recovery in a few days. his total cost was roughly $45 and the dude is back at work being a productive non-citizen helping us all live better lives thru indentured servitude.
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you gotta lova America. it's where it's all happening.
aziwa
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To the Teeth is a weblog discussing issues of health justice, medicine, race in America,
public health in its broadest sense, healthcare at a local clinic level, and honest discussions around strategies in advocacy. Ok, so it's not so focused, but it's all connected. The regulars who post to this site are:
Anjali Taneja, a resident physician in Family Medicine at Harbor-UCLA in Los Angeles,
California (a recent transplant from the east coast). She also blogs at Los Anjalis and the
Harbor-UCLA Family Medicine Residency blog. She's on the national leadership of the National Physicians Alliance and previously worked as the Jack Rutledge Fellow for Universal Health Care
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and Andru Ziwasimon, a family medicine physician in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and a lead member of the Community Coalition for
Healthcare Access, a diverse group of providers/patients/advocates addressing access issues with the state hospital system, translation and interpretation issues, billing for under and uninsured patients, and other disparities locally.
He created and runs a sustainable and innovative clinic that serves
uninsured patients with quality care and fair prices. He also serves on the leadership of the National Physicians Alliance. (email: aziwa-at-null-dot-net)
and Sri Shamasunder, a resident physician in Internal Medicine at Harbor-UCLA in Los Angeles, CA. He's passionate
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They caught the peasant walking home from the field.
On the dark road they gagged him and cut off his nose.
This they took to the museum and stuck to the king's noseless statue.
Thus was born the history that is taught in schools.
- Amitava Kumar, "History"
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Willing to Fight |
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From Ani Difranco's "Willing to Fight":
"'cause i know the biggest crime
is just to throw up your hands
say
this has nothing to do with me
i just want to live as comfortably as i can
you got to look outside your eyes
you got to think outside your brain
you got to walk outside you life
to where the neighborhood changes"
Excerpts of lyrics to Ani Difranco's poem "Self-evident" (hear her recite this poem on her official website:
yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation...
here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore
here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice
here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream
cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever
and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast
here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll...
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Lyrics from Tracy Chapman's "Subcity"
People say it doesn't exist
'Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man
Here in subcity life is hard
We can't receive any government relief
I'd like to please give Mr. President my honest regards
For disregarding me
They say there's too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Government and big business hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
They say we've fallen through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won't let it
Help
I guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest living
Living this ain't living
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the revolution will not be televised |
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Lyrics from Gill Scott Heron's "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
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