Few people I know enjoy going to a dentist office. Just the thought of it can elicit sweat moisture on my skull. Not that I have had a bed experience in the dentist office. It’s EVERY time. The sound of the drill, vacuum suction, and sterile environment, are all too familiar of a torture chamber at my expense.
And this fearful experience has been ingrained since I was a child. It’s not a linger childhood memory but a persistent reality, at least every six months. So what can be worse than visiting the dentist? The answer is when they don’t accept my insurance.
The American healthcare industry is flawed in that the normal supply and demand cycle does not apply. Why? Enters the insurance companies. Instead of being the paying customers, the patients are at the mercy of negotiated fees and services between the insurer and the service provider.
In essence, the patients have no say, zero, nada, except perhaps changing the policy, the provider, or both. Of course that is like pulling tooth ( pun intended). None is easy or pain-free.
Are you happy with your insurance providers?
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