I don't understand why there are so few low-income white people who seek help at city hospitals. What do these people do? Suffer and just let themselves get sick , wait until it becomes an emergency matter and its too late? Are they too afraid to seek help without health insurance or that they just cannot be bothered with the red tape? This is a clear argument for government funded health insurance. Hillary Clinton where are you when we need you?
One of the things I am extremely grateful for in my life is my current health insurance situation. As a result of being a casualty of 9/11 I was issued emergency health benefits from NY state and because I have joined the forces of the working poor I have stayed eligible for these benefits. Incredibly, the system worked in my favor. How else can I pay for all the therapy and medication it takes for me just to function at a somewhat normal level. Now that I am a pregnant old lady, I am even more greatful because I am considered "high risk" and need every test possible to make sure everything remains fine.
I started visiting a local women's health clinic in my glorious neighborhood of East Williamsburg after my arrival in 2001, and being the only white person who was over 30 and not pregnant made me somewhat exotic. Once a year I would show up for my check-up, greeted with "hola Mees Sapiro, siedite" I would then remind the staff that I did not speak spanish and was capable of understanding English. The nurses usually just laughed and continued to speak to me in spanish. This really was not a problem but one of those NY moments that my mother from Boston would not understand and makes Z smile.
Today was my monthly check up at the high risk clinic at the super cool Brooklyn Hospital located in the lovely Fort Greene section of Brooklyn. This is never a speedy process but I have learned to get there as early as possible and hope for the best. The routine as told to me by a warm West Indian nurse in the form of a prodigious oratory in español is as follows: pee in a cup, give sample to the nurse, wait for weight and blood pressure check then see the doctor. Although I knew the routine, I looked at her and politely reminded her that "No hablo español." She laughed loudly and thanked the lord jesus because she finally found someone who understood her.
Being the total freak in this situation here is what I have noticed:
- I am the only English-speaking white person who is over 35 who shows up at this clinic monthly or actually tri-weekly prepared for the worst and therefore is always pleasantly surprised when the news is good
- I am the only English-speaking white person who is over 35 who's pregnancy is her first and is not ecstatic over my condition and does not enjoy comparing sonogram pictures, food craving fun, and loves being fatter than ever * more on this later....
- I am the only English-speaking white person who is over 35 with her first and maybe only pregnancy without boyfriend or significant other and screaming toddlers in tow who remains calm during the entire visit and offers a smile to the hard-working staff at the High Risk clinic at the Women's Health Center at Brooklyn Hospital
Everything checked out fine today. I only gained one pound this month, my blood pressure, urine and the baby's heartbeat are all normal and fine. I even got checked out by a pulmonary specialist and remarkably my lungs are fine even after breathing in who knows what from ground zero. Physically things are fine and uneventful. My mental condition is another story.