The importance of universal health care…as noticed in the shower

I consider myself a healthy person, although the HKC doesn’t see me as often as my Fee Statement suggests it should. I eat right, drink large quantities of water, and have officially declared that extra 40 pounds I carried around awhile ago a thing of the past.

As you [should] know, President Obama has pushed feverishly for the passage of a health care reform bill, which would expand coverage to approximately 40 million Americans who are currently uninsured.

Due to my 22 year history on this earth, a few of my peers and I are among these millions. Our parents’ insurance plan feels we should be self-sufficient by the time we can legally drink on our own.

As long as we are enrolled in school, the Health Center is a place we can always trust for a quick check-up and prescription when necessary.

But what happens when those we trust can no longer be trusted?

The end of April always marks the beginning of my dreaded allergy induced asthma season. So when I was prescribed the usual medication, including an injection of Kenalog to decrease the inflammation in my lungs, I noticed an odd, hot pink Band-Aid that brought some contrast to my lower back, and smiled at the subtle change to my clinic visit.

A few hours later, I was back to normal. Little did I know, the subtle change would soon morph into my new best bud.You know how you check yourself out in the mirror after you shower? I do just about every time I visit the Irish Spring.

Each time I hop out the shower, a one-inch crater greets me where the hot pink Band-Aid once rested.

My harmless Kenalog injection grew into a steroid atrophy, which according to the Health Center, is incurable. Cosmetic surgery is an option I will have in about five years, when it STOPS expanding.

Why did this occur? The nurse that administered the shot did not go far enough into my muscle tissue, so the medication is eating away fat and skin cells around the area where it was injected, including my skin pigment, or coloring.

Simply put, she messed up. Bad. Can you say Michael Jackson? What can I do? Obviously a second opinion is necessary. I would need another, more qualified specialist to poke and prod at my crater.

So why, you ask, haven’t I sought a second opinion? Simply put, I do NOT have $3,500 to have a professional see it. It may not be something that affects you at this moment, but what happens when it does?

Hopefully, you won’t be running around with a crater that, similar to all this health care talk, is annoying, and is still there every time you hop out of the shower.

All I ask is that you listen, and realize how it may affect you. Want proof? The next time you see me, ask me about it. I’d be more than happy to show you.

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