By mark steyn
A few years ago, my
small local hospital asked a Senate staffer if she could assist them in
obtaining federal money for a new building. So she did, expediting the process
by which that particular corner of northern New Hampshire was deemed to be
"underserved" and thus eligible for the fed gravy. At the
ribbon-cutting, she was an honored guest, and they were abundant in their praise.
Alas, in the fullness of time, the political pendulum swung, her senator
departed the scene, and she was obliged to take a job out of state.
Last
summer, she returned to the old neighborhood and thought she'd look for a
doctor. The sweet old guy with the tweed jacket in the neatly painted cape on
Main Street had taken down his shingle and retired. Most towns in the North
Country now have fewer doctors than they did in the 19th century, and the
smaller towns have none. The Yellow Pages list more health insurers than
physicians, which would not seem to
be an obvious business model. So she wound up going to the health center she'd
endowed so lavishly with your tax dollars just a few years earlier.
They gave her the
usual form to fill in, full of perceptive inquiries on her medical condition:
Do you wear a seat belt? Do you own a gun? How many bisexual men are you now
having sex with? These would be interesting questions if one were signing up
for eharmony.com and looking to date gun-owning bisexuals who don't wear seat
belts, but they were not immediately relevant to her medical needs.
Nevertheless, she complied with the diktats of the Bureau of Compliance, and
had her medical records transferred, and waited ...and waited. That was August.
She has now been informed that she has an appointment with a nurse-practitioner
at the end of January. My friend pays $15,000 a year for health insurance. In
northern New Hampshire, that and meeting the minimum-entry requirement of
bisexual sex partners will get you an appointment with a nurse-practitioner in
six months' time.
Why
is it taking so long? Well, because everything in America now takes long, and
longer still. But beyond that malign trend are more specific innovations, such
as the "Office of the National Coordinator for Health Information
Technology," which slipped through all but unnoticed in Subtitle A Part
One Section 3001 of the 2009 Obama Stimulus bill. Under the Supreme National
Coordinator, the U.S. Government is setting up a national database for
everybody's medical records, so that if a Texan hiker falls off Mount Katahdin
after walking the Appalachian Trail, Maine's first responders will be able to
know exactly how many bisexual gun-owners she's slept with, and afford her the
necessary care.
This
great medical advance is supposed to be fully implemented by 2014, so the
federal government is providing incentives for doctors to comply. Under the EHR
Incentive Program, if a physician makes "meaningful use" of
electronic health records, he's eligible for "bonuses" from the feds
– a mere $44,000 from Medicare, for example, but up to $63,750 from Medicaid.
If you have a practice at 27 Elm Street, and you're treating the elderly widow
from 22 Elm Street, she's unlikely to meet the federally mandated bi-guy
requirement, but you can still qualify for bonuses by filing her smoking status
with Washington. For medical facilities in upscale suburbs, EHR is costly and
time-consuming, and, along with a multitude of other Obamacare regulatory
burdens, helping drive doctors to opt out entirely: my comrade Michelle Malkin
noted the other day that her own general practitioner has now switched over to
"concierge care," under which all third parties (whether private
insurers or government) are dumped, and a patient contracts with his doctor
solely through his checkbook. Some concierge docs will even make house calls:
everything old is new again! (For as long as the new federal commissars permit
it.)
But
in the broken-down rural hinterlands, EHR and other novelties make it more
lucrative for surviving medical centers to prioritize federal paperwork over
patient care. For example, there's a lot of prescription drug abuse in this
country, and so the feds award "meaningful use" bonuses for providing
records that will assist them in determining whether a guy with a prescription
for painkillers in New Hampshire also has a prescription for painkillers with
another doctor over the Connecticut River in Vermont. So, in practice, every new
patient in this part of the world now undergoes a background check before
getting anywhere near a doctor. It doesn't do much for your health, but it does
wonders for an ever more sclerotic bureaucracy.
Hence
the decay of so many "medical" appointments into robot-voiced
box-checking. At the doctor's a couple of months back, the nurse was out to
lunch, and so the receptionist-practitioner rattled through the form. In the
waiting room. "Are you sexually active?" she asked. "You first,"
I replied. I hope I didn't cost her the federal bonus.
But
don't worry, it's totally secure. Carl Smith Jr. was the first physician in
Harlan County, Kentucky, to introduce EHR. "Because of this
technology," Dr. Smith says, "we can send the patient's prescription
electronically by secure email to pharmacies."
Wow!
"Secure email" – what a concept! It's a good thing the email is
secure at American pharmacies because nothing else is. Last Christmas, while
guest-hosting at Fox News in New York, I had a spot of ill health and went to
pick up a prescription at Duane Reade on Sixth Avenue. The woman ahead of me
was having some difficulties. She was a stylish lady d'un certain age, and she
caught my wandering eye. After prolonged consultation with the computer, the
"pharmacist" informed her (and the rest of us within earshot) that
her insurer had approved her Ortho but denied her Valtrex. I was thinking of
asking her for cocktails at the Plaza, when I noticed the other women in line
tittering. It seems that Ortho is a birth-control pill, and Valtrex is a herpes
medication.
So
good luck retaining any meaningful doctor-patient confidentiality in a system
in which more people – insurers, employers, government commissars, TSA
Obergropinführers, federal incentive-program auditors – will be able to access
your medical records than in any other nation on Earth.
No
foreigner can even understand the American "health care" debate,
which seems to any tourist casually surfing the news channels to involve
everything but health care. Since the Second World War, government medical
systems have taken hold in almost every developed nation, but only in America
does the introduction of governmentalized health care impact small-business
hiring practices and religious liberty, and require 16,500 new IRS agents and
federal bonuses for contributing to a national database of seat-belt wearers.
Thus, Big Government American-style: Byzantine, legalistic, whimsical,
coercive, heavy on the paperwork, and lacking the one consolation of statism –
the great clarifying simplicity of universal mediocrity.
As
I wrote a couple weeks ago, Obamacare governmentalizes one-sixth of the U.S.
economy – or the equivalent of the entire French economy. No one has ever
attempted that before, not even the French. In parts of rural America, it will
quickly achieve a Platonic perfection: There will be untold legions of
regulators, administrators and IRS collection agents, but not a doctor or nurse
in sight.
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