Click to read the entire piece, "Treatment: A Mother's Opinion of the Healthcare Summit." Here's a snippet:
Desperate and hoping someone could help, I decided to take her to the emergency room, where after several hours they prescribed a pedia-enema, that I was to administer by myself at home. That's frustrating and ridiculous on many levels, because first and foremost, when we checked in the nurse at the front desk asked me if I'd tried giving Adriana an enema, I said, "No. Is that what I should do?" The nurse suddenly became very quiet, replying, "Oh. I don't know. I--" and trailed off, moving on to the next question. Clearly that is what I should have done, since that's what the Doctor's Assistant (yes, I only saw an assistant) ultimately suggested, but because medical professionals seem to dispense advice based in a fear of malpractice lawsuits, (my ex) was forced to pay $60 out of pocket on a $400 bill (for a $2 product). I could have Googled parental poopinions for free, which is why so many people spend so much time on WebMD. Do we really want an entire nation of individuals who are convinced thanks to self-diagnosis that they're suffering from Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis? (A spelling disorder second only to Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.)
