Yesterday, 2012-02-13, I paid a visit to the VA hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah– The Veterans Administration. I went to the VA hospital out of necessity, since my medical expenses had overrun what I had spent for the allowable deduction that I had spent, and was reduced to going to the VA.
Now, I had not experienced a VA hospital since approximately 1986, and it seemed to me to be much worse than I had remembered. Even though, as VA’s went, the Salt Lake City VA is considered to be one of the better VA hospitals. It was still, in my observation that we are and have been treated by less than second class citizens, although it seems to me to be the case that we are attempting to get nothing more than what we were promised as part of the enlistment contract.
When I first entered the VA hospital, it was in the main in admissions. As I am getting used to apologizing for myself, I had first stated, at one of the two people at admissions, that I have had a stroke and I am probably not too aware of everything I should be paying attention to. The guy at the counter was very helpful in directing me to the emergency room in order to get myself a VA ID card.
And then the waiting in patience had started.
I had seen some people who were looking sorry for themselves– realizing that they would never to rise above the VA, always looking and waiting for their number to be called before they would ever even give themselves a chance to tell them that they really needed care immediately rather than waiting from 30-60 minutes before the nurse in the hospital would even call their number to see what their problem was.
I have seen people that were full of pride, of who and what they were, standing straight and tall as they walked, and just doing what they needed to do in order to get out of the VA hospital as quickly as possible. Not because they were reduced to using a less than ideal medical system, something that was run just like a socialist system– the type of health system that Obama wants for all of us– with all of its obvious flaws, and attempting to use the patients as much as they could without being killed by these inherent flaws.
I had also seen people who were a full awareness of what they were getting involved in with the VA– with its socialized medicine system– and they looked as if they were waiting to their last hope.
All in all, even in Salt Lake City, it was very depressing to me, even though I had only spent approximately 45-60 minutes for me. I really hope that I will never undergo a VA medical procedure under these people, although one of the first things I will be looking into is an endoscopy. With me luck that I survive the damn thing.