At the very last moment, I saw the dog bare its fangs, lunge and snap at my ankle.
My reflexes kicked in and without thinking I jumped out of the way. The dog was unable to sink its teeth deep into my flesh, but I felt a sharp burning pain as I limped away.
“I’m sorry,” yelled the dog owner.
I halted, leaned over and examined the wound. It wasn’t bad, but the skin was broken, there was blood, and the imprint of the dog’s teeth was visible on my upper ankle. It was already swelling angrily.
Meanwhile, the dog was barking like crazy, still lunging at me and I wasn’t about to get anywhere near this guy and his mangy mutt. I’ve seen him before on my morning walk and let’s just say he doesn’t look too normal. There’s a dullness in his eyes that hints at either stupidity, pathology or both.
I limped home, put ice on the wound, then climbed into my car and went back to the block where I was bitten. The dog owner was still there. I pulled up and asked for his name and phone number.
“Did you get bite?” He spoke with a heavy Persian accent, hence his imperfect grammar.
“Oh, he bite other people. He bite me too.”
I was flabbergasted. Was this supposed to make me feel better?
“Let me get this straight, your dog has a history of biting people and you still walk him where he can continue to attack?”
Though booked solid for the day, I managed to get an appointment with my doctor when told what happened. He examined the wound, wrote an Rx for an antibiotic and then gave me a Tetanus vaccine.
As Karen and I sat in the exam room we commented that this simple emergency visit to the doctor was in danger of becoming a relic, an example of pre-Obamacare, when physicians were still masters of their own fate. When patients were still free to make their own decisions.
Karen and I have been dismayed that with all the learned critiques of Obamacare—the massive taxes on the consumer, the drug companies, the makers of medical devices, all which will stifle innovation, drive up premiums and degrade health care—there has been precious little conversation on what’s going to happen between doctor and patient.
This relationship is sacred. It is deeply intimate.
But even as I write this article, the Obama regime is hastily assembling 159 new boards, agencies, and programs that will in turn give birth to thousands of new regulations designed to govern the relationship between “healthworker” and “consumer.”
Notice how even the language of the left destroys the individual in favor of the collective.
Just this past Shabbat, Karen and I attended a sheva b’rachot and my doctor and his wife, close friends from synagogue, were sitting at our table. Conversation turned to Obamacare. No one was happy. In fact, everyone was enraged. But my friend the doctor had his head down on the table in a gesture of defeat.
“It’s already happening,” he murmured, a man resigned to his fate.
Later, on the buffet line, I asked him what he was going to do.
“I’ve hired medical consultants. I’m looking at various options that will get me as far out of the system as possible.”
“You mean like a concierge medical service. You won’t accept insurance, just deal with cash?”
He shrugged. He just didn’t know.
My friend loves medicine. And he understands that Obamacare, if implemented—and it is the law of the land—will debase the practise of medicine in favor of a utopian model that is unknowable, unworkable.
This is a monstrous law that expands the power and reach of a federal government that cannot even manage a postal system, that runs Social Security and Medicaid like branches of Bernard Madoff’s Ponzi scheme.
If Obama gets a second term—fill in the blank.
Regarding dog bite. We’d appreciate reader input.
1. To whom should we report this dog and his owner?
2. Is such a dog usually put down?
3. Should I demand that dog owner pay my medical bills?
4. Or should I just punch him out and call it even.