The State Of Health Care.

Ya know, I had an appointment with a specialist the other day. They had sent me a four page questionaire to fill out and a panphlet. Have you ever read a panphlet from a doctor? Well, I didn't read it. When I got to the office, the receptionist asked if I got the questionaire and if I filled it out. I said I did. She asked if I read the panphlet. I said no, I don't read instructions when putting things together. She smiled. She asked if they had my permission to mail me information. I said they already had. The questionaire. I think it was a test. She smiled and said I'm the first person to ever catch that. She took my insurance card, co-pay, drivers license, phone number, date of birth, address and my mothers maiden name. I think she was stealing my identity. She told me to have a seat, I would be called shortly. Two articles from family circle later, a door opened and a nurse hollored "Eddie". I followed her to a well lighted closet with a high gurney and a rickety chair and a small sink. She took the same information the receptionist took plus all the information on the questionaire. Why did they ask me to fill out the questionnaire? Was this a test? Did I pass? Now let me stop here. I never told these children they could call me Eddie. I don't know them at all. How come I'm not Mr. Snowbeard any more? When I was in my twenties, I was Sir or Mr. Snowbeard. And that pamphlet they sent me along with the questionnaire? I know a guy who always follows the directions that come with anything to be put together. He actually follows them until he has to call somebody who goes over and plugs the new toaster into the wall outlet. They call him Mr. Fixit. Not Tommy. No, the guy who couldn't figure out how to make the toaster work is... No, I better not say. He's liable to sue me . Wadda ya think about law suits? Ahh, that's a for another day. I'll send you a questionnaire to fill out on the subject. And a pamphlet.