The Price of Being a Patient

Whatever benefits modern medicine has for patients, I've experienced first-hand its power to undermine your ordinary life. In the spring, I switched primary care providers when I became frustrated with my long-time PCP's sluggish response to several urgent medical problems. When I gave my new PCP a sticky note listing a few medical concerns of mine at our first meeting, however, I inadvertently triggered an avalanche of medical appointments. She gave me a few referrals to specialists, including physical therapy to resolve some old injuries, and as I dutifully worked my way through the list I watched my time slip away. Add to that several medical checkups for my children, and the time drain was enormous.

Perhaps unwisely, I added it all up: six medical appointments in April (one of them for a child), and nine in May (one for a child). Some were mercifully clustered around a medical campus in the north part of city, some in the south part of the city, and two were east or west of the medical campus. Some providers collected co-pays on the spot, and others sent a big fat bill later on ("What's this?" my husband asked, waving an itemized list of co-pays in the air recently). To complicate things further, my insurance company periodically sent me bills for provider visits recommended by my PCP that they only covered partially.

My experience was typical, according to a poll of women's views of health care released today by the American Academy of Family Physicians (AAFP). The Harris Interactive poll of 1,270 women, commissioned by the AAFP, found that cost and time constraints were the top challenges women faced in obtaining health care for themselves and their families (in San Francisco, I would add "parking"). The AAFP used the poll's data to advocate for a medical home model, where all medical care is coordinated through a primary care physician and streamlined through technology such as electronic medical records, e-prescribing, and emails between patients and providers.

Considering the number of uninsured Americans, I'm supposed to write that I'm grateful to have decent medical insurance -- which I am, of course. I'm also grateful, however, for the new clients I gained in May, whose work, out of necessity, took up many nights and weekends this month as I juggled interesting new assignments with a relentless march of medical appointments. I'm equally grateful, as these appointments wind down at last, that I'm not coping with a chronic condition that requires frequent provider visits, and co-pays or bills for visits, prescriptions, or durable medical equipment.

At the end of May now, I have finished my assignments and met my target number of work hours, although I spent less time than I wanted to with my children. Luckily, I managed to squeeze in a weekday off to play hooky with my older daughter recently, who had a rough month at school. We both needed the break.