Yesterday, Bob and I went to Outpatient Rehab for his evaluation appointment with a Physical Therapist.
The Rehab Center is located six blocks from our home, so I figured we'd save the wheelchair transport money and hoof it on foot. Which means, I pushed him six blocks in 90+ degree heat. I tell you, I got a workout and was drenched with sweat when we arrived.
Unfortunately, I had to spend 45 minutes of the appointment filling out eight pages of "patient history" forms, i.e. every single hospitalization, surgery dates, doctor's names and phone numbers, medications, etc. etc. I don't ever remember filling out such a detailed form, even at a doctor's office. Once that was done, we had only 20 minutes with the Physical Therapist.
The PT spent most of that time asking questions about how much and what kind of therapy Bob had received in the past. Then she said that because Bob had had "so much" therapy, she doubted the insurance would pay for much more.
She did measure the angle and drop of Bob's head. She also had Bob move his legs and feet the best he could and made notes. Finally, she got him up to the parallel bars where she had him stand up. But then she stood smack dab in front of him, with one foot between Bob's feet and both her hands on his gait belt and asked Bob to take a step. He didn't. He couldn't. She was, um, sort of in his way. And I don't think he knew what to do. I also noticed he was very unsteady, leaning way too far to the left.
Anyway, she's going to set up two appointments a week for a month. But she doesn't think the insurance will pay for more than that...
I ask you, when did our health care system become all about the insurance---instead of the patient's needs?