Allow me to recount a personal experience with socialized medicine.
Last year, I was discussing the possibility of getting hearing aids with a friend.
Me: “I could really use them, but they’re so expensive!”
My friend: “You have the Purple Heart. Get them through the VA – they’re free.”
Me: “Not hearing aids – the government refuses to accept hearing loss as a combat-related disability.”
My friend: “Doesn’t matter – you have a Purple Heart, so you’re a Category 3 veteran. They’ll provide them.”
So I decided to experiment – first of all, how do you sign up with VA? There’s a website, but it kept locking up my computer. So I started calling 1-800 numbers.
Standard response was: “We don’t handle applications, but I’ll transfer you to someone who does.” I got VA offices and branches in at least five states. Finally someone said, “I’ll mail you the form.”
I got the form and filled out it. It took several phone calls to learn where to mail it.
The form was sent back, “You forgot your DD 214.” The form doesn’t ask for a DD 214. But I put in my DD 214 and sent it on.
Months passed. I started calling to check the status of my application.
Standard response was: “We don’t handle applications, but I’ll transfer you to someone who does.” I got VA offices and branches in more than five states. Finally someone said, “I processed your application.”
Me: “Was it approved?”
Voice on phone: “I don’t know. I only processed it.”
Back to the phone. Standard response was: “We don’t handle that, but I’ll transfer you to someone who does.”
I
never found out if my application was approved. But finally I got someone who asked, “Have you been to your healthcare provider?”
Me: “Yes, I was at the doctor’s office yesterday.”
Disembodied voice: “What did he tell you?”
Me: “That I also need an MRI on my back.”
Disembodied voice: "Is he a VA healthcare provider?’
Me: “I’m not sure. How can I tell?”
Disembodied voice: “Does he work in a VA clinic?”
Me: “No.”
Disembodied voice: “You have to have a healthcare provider at your VA clinic.”
Me: “I don’t have a VA clinic.”
Disembodied voice: “I can mail you a list of VA clinics, or you can get a list off the VA website.”
So I found a VA clinic – in a town 50 miles away – and called them.
Disembodied voice: “You’re not enrolled.”
Me: “How do I get enrolled?”
Disembodied voice: “You ask me to enroll you. But we’ve stopped accepting enrollments until May.”
Me: “So I’m approved for VA assistance?”
Disembodied voice: “I don’t know.”
Me: “How can we find out?”
Disembodied voice: “When I start enrolling veterans in May, I’ll see if your name is on the list.”
Me: “Then what?”
Disembodied voice: “If you’re on the list, I’ll make an appointment for you.”
Me: “Then can I get hearing aids?”
Disembodied voice: “If your primary care physician determines you should be examined at the audio clinic in Little Rock, he’ll make an appointment for you.”
So here we stand – half a year after starting the process, I
still don’t know if they’ll do anything for me. If I’m accepted, I drive a hundred mile round-trip to have a VA doctor tell me what my local doctor
already told me.
Then I’ll be authorized to drive a 250 mile round trip to a clinic that will tell me the same thing the clinic down the street from my local doctor told me.
If their medical care is anything like their bureaucracy, they’ll probably wind up giving me a hemorrhoidectomy instead of hearing aids.
Socialized medicine!
