“VIP” Treatment Under Nationalized Health Care

posted at 9:55 am on January 2, 2010 by Dafydd ab Hugh

I’m taking a Christmas liberty here, publishing a blogpost written by my wife, Sachi, on our blog, Big Lizards. Ordinarily I only publish my own scribblings on Hot Air’s rogues’ gallery, no one else’s; but this is such a powerful and prophetic true-life story that I thought I might break the rules just this once

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A few days ago, my 77 year old father, who lives in Japan, fell and couldn’t get up for more than an hour. He was taken to a hospital, where he still rests.

Last night my mother called to update me with a summary of his condition: He has a compressed disk, it seems (it’s hard to translate from Japanese to English and from Mom-speak to ordinary human language). The condition is somewhat serious but not life threatening; he’ll have to spend a few weeks in hospital. Too bad; New Year’s is the biggest holiday season in Japan.

I’m sure everyone reading this post knows that Japan has socialized medicine (national health care, single-payer, however you want to call it). It’s not as draconian as the NHS in the United Kingdom or the Canadian national and provincial health-care system; but it is universal — everyone must pay for government insurance. Fortunately, those who are well off can also buy private insurance in addition… and they can use that instead of the government system (unlike in the UK or Canada).

In other words, Japan already has the system that proponents of ObamaCare eventually want to install here in America. So let’s take a look at how it works in the real world.

After Mom reassured me about my father’s condition, she started talking about last year around this time, when she had to have stomach surgery.

“Oh Sachi, the care I received was wonderful!” she said; “I stayed in a private room which was like in a nice hotel. It had a private bathroom. The nurses were nice. The doctors were wonderful. I spent nine days in the hospital and only paid ¥80,000!” [About 800 dollars]

“Really?” I asked; “government insurance actually covered all that?”

“Oh, of course not; I have three insurance policies,” she proudly announced.

Before retirement, my father was a patent attorney. As a private business owner, he had to pay an exorbitant government insurance premium, both for himself and his three employees. But he always knew that would never be enough coverage, so he purchased two more private insurance policies. In other words, he spent more than twice as much on health insurance as a typical American spends now, pre-ObamaCare.

But even those extra policies wouldn’t cover the VIP treatment my Mom got. I asked a few more questions, and she finally spilled the beans:

“I was supposed to be in a 4-person room. But I had a private room all to myself, thanks to your uncle.”

Ah, my uncle the hospital administrator. I’d forgotten about him!

My mother’s third or fourth youngest brother (I forget which) holds a high administrative position at a major university hospital. It seems he has a great deal of clout there, which has been a great help to our family in times of medical need.

My mother is quite the hypochondriac; she always complains about one ailment or another, usually imaginary. So whenever she is not satisfied with her general practitioner, she talks to my uncle. First thing you know, she’s seeing a specialist — skipping the long waiting list that those without such connections must endure under Japanese system.

On another occasion, Mom hurt her knee. My uncle “referred” his sister to a university hospital doctor who was Japan’s most famous doctor for ligament tears. Patients from all over Kanto Plain (where Tokyo sits) would come to see him.

“He only takes 40 patients a day,” mom said (only 40! Imagine that!) He doesn’t accept appointments; so if you want to see him, you have to get there by 7:00 a.m, take a number, and… wait. And wait, and wait.

My mother strolled in at 9:00, the time the office officially opens; the waiting room was already full, and they had long stopped issuing any numbers. One lady told my mom that she had gotten up at four and had her daughter drive her for two hours to get to the hospital. She was lucky; she got number 38 and had waited three hours already. “There are no specialists in my city,” the lady explained.

My mother-the-sister-of-one-of-the-nomenklatura presented her letter of introduction to the receptionist:

“Don’t worry, Ma’am, never mind the number. Just have a seat; we will call you.”

My mother did not have to wait. The doctor was most courteous, a rarity in Japan, and he asked about my uncle. Then he gave Mom a thorough examination, spending far longer with her than other patients.

So my parents have the more expensive national health care for business owners (Dad pays higher taxes), Kokumin Hoken — Citizens’ Health Insurance; the lesser one is for ordinary salaryman, Shykai Hoken — Society Health Insurance. In addition, they have not one but two private health insurance plans, a primary and a supplementary. On top of that, my mother’s brother is a high-ranking official at a major hospital in Japan.

But Mom is not so foolish as to rely upon such insecure health-care planning as that; she has a back-up system that she also uses…

After such nice treatment as she got for her knee and her stomach, my mother never forgets to send “gifts,” typically cash and premium liquor to the doctors, expensive chocolate to the nurses — and of cours, something extra special to my uncle, her brother. She was laughing that after her hospitalization, she spent more money on gifts than the actual medical bill. That means over thousand dollars of, let’s be honest, bribery.

Wonderful. The national health-care system works!

That’s why my mother isn’t worried about Dad’s care; he’s going to be treated better than anybody other than corporate CEOs and of course government officials. But even with that kind of influence, my father had to wait three days for his preliminary examination and to have X-rays taken. After all, it was a holiday week, the Emperor Akahito’s birthday, and no doctor was willing to return to the hospital for anything other than a life or death situation. (And maybe not even then; how many extra private insurance plans is the fellow carrying?)

The day my father was taken to the hospital, the nurse told Mom to obtain several changes of clean pajamas, underwear, and towels for my father. Also soap, shampoo, and other toiletries, which were needed right away. Conveniently, the hospital has a kiosk that sells all kinds of items and is open 24 hours. Just a little markup over buying at a regular store, miles away… maybe 100% or so.

Oh, yes, I almost forgot, they told Mom to bring a thousand-dollar deposit. Cash.

My sister and mother take turns visiting Dad everyday. They have to pick up his dirty laundry, wash it and bring it back, because the hospital doesn’t do that. But Dad’s quite lucky that he stays in a nice hospital with three different insurance policies, under the auspices of his brother in law. My girlfriend’s father only had government insurance when he was hospitalized, and the hospital did not even turn on an air conditioner in the middle of August, with temperatures over a hundred degrees and humidity close to 100%.

My girlfriend visited her father as often as she could; she had to: Half the time, they didn’t even empty his bedpan.

You see? National health care works great… so long as you’re rich enough to afford the premium level of government insurance and to buy multiple additional private policies; so long as you have influential relatives; and so long as you’re willing and able to brazenly bribe the doctors and bureaucrats who run the system.

“I am so glad we live in Japan,” Mom said. “I worry about you in America, with no national health care!” Thanks, Mom, but I’m afraid “help” is on the way from President Barack H. Obama.

Are you looking forward to it as eagerly as I?

Cross-posted on Big Lizards

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Sorry, but we have a ton of fools who want to shackle themselves to the enslavement of security. Worse, we have the Congressmen who are eager to do that for them.

Liberty can’t exist when personal responsibility no longer is the standard…

Tim Burton on January 2, 2010 at 8:47 PM

Liberty can’t exist when personal responsibility no longer is the standard…

Tim Burton on January 2, 2010 at 8:47 PM

Not to mention that the more people who are on the ropes due to unemployment or near-unemployment are likely to shrug and say “I can’t pay for it anyway – how can things get any worse?”

Dark-Star on January 2, 2010 at 9:56 PM

40 patients a day is a lot of people to see in one day for a Dr. it’s always smart to give gifts and cards to the staff.

Patricksp on January 2, 2010 at 10:43 PM

It is the much the same way in the UK.

I have to laugh at “celebrities” like Madonna who extol the “virtues” of socialist medicine but when they have visit a doctor or have to go to the hospital they use their their private health insurance policies (or pay cash) to use “American style” hospitals or they hop on their private jets and fly to America to go to places like the Mayo Clinic, Methodist Hospital or MD Anderson in Houston. Methodist has so many rich foreigners (mostly the Euroelites, American health care bashing “celebrities” like Madonna and Saudis) coming there for treatment that the check in process and amenities are more in tune with a 5 star hotel then a hospital.

You won’t catch them having to wait in line for treatment or stay in an NHS hospital.

Nahanni on January 3, 2010 at 10:29 AM

I’m sure everyone reading this post knows that Japan has socialized medicine (national health care, single-payer, however you want to call it). It’s not as draconian as the NHS in the United Kingdom or the Canadian national and provincial health-care system; but it is universal — everyone must pay for government insurance. Fortunately, those who are well off can also buy private insurance in addition… and they can use that instead of the government system (unlike in the UK or Canada).

I stopped reading here because the writer does not have a clue what he is talki8ng about. Pure BS.

lexhamfox on January 3, 2010 at 6:51 PM

My Dad is 91. Four years ago he went into the hospital with pneumonia and was soon admitted to the ICU and intubated. They made several attempts to clear his lungs medically and failed. At this point, Dad was barely conscious of his surroundings and I was helping Mom with the medical staff.

The doc finally told me that Dad was slowly dying. The only surgical option was a a procedure he described as a “lung peel” and gave Dad a 10% chance of survival. Even if Dad survived, it would be a rough recovery. There was no question in our minds. We authorized the procedure and each of us said our goodbyes to Dad before he went in.

In the four years since, Dad would come home for three years, break his hip and get a new one, go into a retirement community with Mom and suffer another bout of pneumonia that has him in the hospital now (he’s recovered nicely).

Today, if he wants to survive, he needs to have a permanent feeding tube implanted and never eat or drink by mouth again. He has chosen to do this because he does not want to leave his love, my Mom, of 62 years. So, it is being done this week.

Now tell me, under Obamacare, do any of you believe he would have had any of these choices? Would he even have been alive the last four years to make them?

Right.

Cricket624 on January 4, 2010 at 8:58 AM

Did anybody say ” cumshaw ” ? It is the only way to get something done on time in Japan. Bottle of JD usually did the trick.

squidly on January 4, 2010 at 1:02 PM

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