Rain, Remembrance Day, and “Land of the Free?”
“Into each life some rain must fall” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
This is the bedside view today; a front row seat I have kept warm for nearly three days straight now:
Someone once said, “Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness, has never danced in the rain.”
Today it is pouring. And I don’t mind the rain. I have never cared about my “hair losing its shape,” or my “make up running;” largely because I don’t have hair that is affected by rain nor do I wear a lot of make up. I actually love the rain as much as I love sunshine. It’s change that I have grown to love, because it is a reminder that not only can I not control the weather patterns; I am completely incapable of controlling my life. Embracing that truth will be one of the most freeing experiences. If you can’t control life, what is the sense in worrying about it?
Ahh…so easy to prescribe, so difficult to take. Maybe it is because we don’t necessarily trust the physician prescribing it to us? So I still worry, and now I’m sick.
The weather today is a solid reflection of my health: wet, damp, and cold. I do not know if I have the swine flu, because I refused to pay the MD in order to test for it. Imagine: paying to confirm you have a flu virus, only to be told they can’t do anything to help you with it anyway??
My friends son had the “flu,” so his dad took him to the doctor who said
the same thing: “We can’t guarantee that it’s swine, but that’s what is
going around so that is what we will diagnose him with. Drink fluids and
rest. Pay up.”
Some seventy odd dollars (minimum) later, you are walking out of the doctors office with a prescription for cough medicine – because they have to give you something to make the trip seem worthwhile – and you are in the same position you were in before you walked in the door; but with a lighter pocketbook.
It’s Remembrance Day in Canada today.
I can remember playing the trumpet in the halls of Ramer Wood Public School in the seventh grade. Taps. I can also remember collecting poppies and talking about the vets who served our country by fighting in WWI and WWII. Those men and women fought for Canada’s freedom; which included our freedom to have access to health care whenever we need it. Freedom that prevents its citizens from having to endure a sharp pain because it is “not consistent and (we) can’t afford to go to the doctor and get an x-ray, and then an MRI, and then be given some expensive drug or be told (we) need surgery; or worse yet, be told it’s nothing at all.”
Here in America, we deal. And hope it goes away.
If America is the “land of the free,” then why is health care a privilege for its citizens and not a freedom?