Slice, Scope, Snip, Stitch

Arthroscopic view of a healthy meniscus by bradleypjohnson
Since its inception back in 1957, Canada's Medicare system has been one of the hottest topics in Canadian politics and has been a major part of our national identity. For over 50 years, Medicare has been praised worldwide for providing all Canadian residents with equal access to medical treatment. Medicare has also taken more than its fair share of flak from the bloodsucking "privatize Medicare" types who resent the fact that they aren't allowed to make bundles of cash by taking advantage of sick people. But do those people have a point too? Well some of them do, in a way, because right now Medicare is a somewhat inefficient and staggeringly expensive system that could use some serious restructuring. Under the strain of being used and abused by the population, while also facing funding cuts and hospital closures, Medicare is in a precarious position indeed. That's how it looks on paper, but how does Medicare appear to patients within the system? Well, thanks to a knee injury that I acquired this winter, I had the privilege of spending four months in the thick of things. It was an interesting experience to say the least.
It all started on January 17th with a knee-tweaking snowboard crash. I judged from the crash that I'd torn my ACL and I spent about 20 minutes sitting in the snow and preparing myself for spending a year in intensive rehab. The ski patroller didn't think so though, "seems like an MCL tear to me. There's no way you'd be walking if it was your ACL... your stability would be gone". That piece of good news was quickly shot down by the doctor at the Whistler Health Clinic, who did a few tests before stating unequivocally, "you know what an ACL is? Well you don't have one anymore". Awesome. So he referred me to the UBC Sports Medicine facility and I was given an appointment for April 3rd, because "he'll get a better diagnosis when the swelling goes down". So now it's physio time. My physiotherapist checks the stability and remarks, "it's a good one. With your knee this loose he'll probably book you for surgery without even asking for an MRI. And he's usually able to get people in pretty quick".
Two and a half months of intensive physio and an entire year's backlog of Walrus magazines read while riding a stationary bike later and I'm finally at the surgeon's office. My knee is feeling not so bad at this point, except that stabbing pains stop me from straightening it all the way or bending it past about 100 degrees. He spends a couple of minutes doing his push-pull stability tests and says, "Well I really don't think your ACL is torn, but it sounds like your meniscus is torn and blocking the joint. We can either get you an appointment for an MRI to see if there is cartilage damage, and then book you for surgery if we find a tear, or skip the MRI and just book you for an arthoscopy". I know that my knee is jacked so I take the direct option. The problem? UBC's hospital is undergoing some restructuring for their new hip and knee replacement clinic and aren't allowed to book me an appointment at this time. "Well do you know how long it might be?" "No I don't. Sorry". So now I'm on a waiting list to get on a waiting list. Orthopedic limbo lasts for two weeks until I get a call that my surgery date is May 18th, and that, while it's still covered by MSP, it's going to take place at a private clinic. Interesting. "One question... the surgeon isn't convinced that my ACL is torn, but if it is, will he fix it while he's in there?". And the answer... "No he won't. You're only booked in for enough time for a menisectomy and the difference in time for the two procedures is over an hour. If you need an ACL reconstruction we'll have to arrange another appointment." Imagining myself going through this whole process again, I instantly start grumbling and swearing.
By the time the 18th finally arrives I'm feeling positive. I'm believing the surgeon's diagnosis from last month because my knee stability is good. The only problem is the pesky chunk of meniscus that's impeding my range of motion. So I go to the clinic and check myself in. While I'm waiting for my turn on the table I can hear someone in the next room puking his guts out. Some anaesthesia after-effects to look forward to? Maybe. No time to think about though, because it's time to put on my oh-so-flattering gown and go. Now if you've ever had surgery under a general anaesthetic, you'll know what my next experience was like. You lay down, there's lots of bright lights and beeping sounds, everyone you see is wearing a mask, you get stuck with an IV, they ask you to count down from 20, and the next thing you know you're waking up in the recovery room and something hurts.
The final diagnosis turned out to be the best I could have expected though, my ligaments were alright and just a small piece of my meniscus needed to be cleaned up. I didn't even need the crutches that I brought with me. The prediction is that I'll be back to normal in six weeks, which means that my summer isn't a write-off after all.
And what's my point here? I'm not really sure. I guess I just spent four months on the disabled list not knowing what the hell was going on with my left knee and felt the need to ramble on about it. If you made it this far, thanks for reading.









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"But do those people have a point too? Well some of them do, in a way, because right now Medicare is a somewhat inefficient and staggeringly expensive system that could use some serious restructuring."
Perhaps it is this way as a result, not as a corollary, to privatisation. You don't think Big Pharma wants to weaken our medicare? Anyways good story.