Caught in the Health Care Machinery

We finally found the pulmonary function lab. Signage, none mentioning the lab, did not help. People did. So here we are, waiting for my test, the scope of which is not clear to me. I will know soon.

In the interim, I contemplate the size and scope of the health care apparatus in this country. Little Rock is just a tiny, dim dot on the health care landscape, but it seems big, bright, and mind-numbingly complex as we try to wade through just a small segment of it.

I am still hours away from my visit with the surgeon or his assistant, who I hope will give me the results of the lung biopsy. I am more than grateful that my girlfriend is here with me; no matter what the results of the biopsy, her presence will make the experience not only tolerable, but precious.

I may write more later or I may not. One-finger blogging tends to minimize my verbosity.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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