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that will even accept anyone without insurance, the majority won't anymore. And, even if they do see uninsured patients, those people usually have to pay a lot upfront first which most, frankly, don't have.
My own doctor, where I've gone for ten years now, instituted a policy a couple of years ago where they'd only see you if you had insurance AND if you had the co-pay at the time of the visit, and if you didn't have insurance you had to pay $75 IN CASH upfront and pay any other charges right when they were incurred IN CASH. And that's the case for most doctors nowadays.
When I lost a job of four years suddenly several years ago, I was without insurance, had no money, no child support, dipsquat, NOTHING! I'd been going to this doctor for eight years, so when I got a throat infection I thought it'd be okay to see him and try to pay when they billed me.
Well, before I could even see the doctor, they made me go back to the billing area to make arrangements for payment RIGHT THEN, and they kept demanding money that I didn't have RIGHT THEN. How many times do you have to say to someone that you have NOTHING before it begins to sink in, anyway? There I was, exhausted, feverish, barely able to talk, in so much pain I couldn't think straight, and all they cared about was the fucking money. I had a $5 bill in my pocket which I was going to use to get the kid some lunch, but I gave it to them just to shut them up so they'd leave me alone and let me see the doctor. They didn't believe that was all I had and wanted more. At that point I whispered (I could hardly talk) that they could all go fuck themselves, that I had nothing else, they could see the shape I was in, that it was bad enough being unemployed and unable to find anything else and to have no money, but to have my own doctor's office, where I'd gone for EIGHT FUCKING YEARS, treat me like that was too much. I went home and took some old antibiotics from the year before, as well as some Tylenol, then slept for three days. I
t didn't get any better, so I finally had to borrow money from a friend just for the privilege of spending five minutes with the goddamned doctor. My mom put the prescription on her credit card so I could at least have some relief. The doc had the nerve to say I should have come in sooner, and I almost threw something at him. Fortunately, that was a temporary situation, since I finally managed to get a job several months later, but I keep thinking what if I were one of those millions of unlucky working people who didn't have insurance for a very long time, not even for their kid? How much worse would it have been? I can't imagine having to deal with that for a long time.
Whew, geez, didn't mean to hijack there, I just get so pissed off when I hear of things like this I can hardly see straight! Call the county human services department and see if there are any free or reduced-price clinics in your area, or if there are any other resources. The social workers there will know the system inside and out and what you can do. Good luck and keep us posted!
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