OK, dear reader, I finally have something relevant to address here. As my diet and exercise regimen keep the tumors away, I don’t have much anymore to write on this blog.
But then things happen, and I find myself an unwilling customer of the medical racket once again. This is not SNUC-related, it’s motorcycle trauma-related. Getting on I-5 in Burbank – (start police report, as I have no recollection) – following a car too closely that was merging – he moved left and slowed – I hit his left rear and was knocked over – I ended up on the road just clear of the outside lane – my riding suit did its job; no contusions – main blow was to my right shoulder; even with the armor in the riding suit, I broke my scapula and collarbone – hairline fracture of right ankle – swollen right knee – I was conversing with people, but I only recall (end police report, resume my memory) being told that the ambulance was taking me to County-USC emergency because they are good at trauma.
I spent the night there, and after a few days at home (2 in a wheelchair, 2 with a cane) I found myself back in a hospital (St. John’s in Santa Monica) due to an X-Ray that showed a pneumothorax that had grown in my chest. That was assessed and fixed, but I had to spend 4 nights due to monitoring and then surgery for the broken bones.
Yes, I am grateful to all the doctors and nurses who did their noble and righteous duties. Thank you all.
Now, almost two months after the injury here comes a statement from Motion Picture Industry Health Plan. If I haven’t made it clear before, MPIHP is very good. They used to be great, but even they have it hard up against the Medical-Industrial Complex.
“You owe us sixty-three thousand dollars. We saved your, uh, we repaired some bones, and we might have saved your life.”
We’ll give you twenty-one K, and you’ll like it!”
“Now beat it!”
“OK. We’ll get it from the next sucker who doesn’t have such good insurance.”
I’m very glad to be a member of a union that represents free-lancers, and I’m ecstatic that my union has placed such a major emphasis on providing this great healthcare coverage.
Oh, BTW, I fixed up my bike (BMW F650) and it is now on sale. After 37 years my motorcycle riding is over. I really liked it, but I love my wife. You know the rest of this often-told story.
Keep the rubber side down, and the shiny side up.
Oh, I just viewed this page, and there is now a bonus; the audio file that I added a couple years ago now auto-plays. So take your time reading, at least 17:00. Then you will hear one of the greater jams by the Grateful Dead. (5/8/77 at Cornell College)