Healthcare and no-one cares.
I brought my 7 week old daughter down to Central Hong Kong to meet the specialist today. I had a little mishap before, and considered going home first and arriving at the doctor’s late. But I thought, “No, better arrive on time, you don’t want to mess up the schedule.” So I arrived right on time, at some inconvenience to me. Then proceeded to wait for an hour. My daughter was calm, the entire time, which annoyed me too, because don’t they understand how ridiculous it is to make a mother and baby wait for an hour!? Crying would have at least made that obvious to them.
When I finally saw the doctor, he took a quick look at my daughter, how her brace sat on her body, decided no adjustments were needed, but explained that when they are necessary, I can just do it myself because it’s not hard, then handed me a bill for HK$1600 (okay, he didn’t but the receptionist did).
He just wasted my time, and my money. And somehow I don’t care, because my insurance covers everything. And somehow he doesn’t care. Because caring would mean that he earns less money. So, now healthcare is about not caring.