Rich Mazur
24 May 2018
Travel / Poland - never again [593]
While they are asleep, here is one and the only reason why I will never go to a country like Poland where they don't operate under the American rule of never, ever refusing treatment in the emergency rooms to anyone without asking a single question. A point that is totally non-negotiable to me. If I want to go to a jungle, I will go to a jungle.
Here is why. Back in 2002, I went for a bike ride through a park in Palatine. Like a complete moron, I wasn't paying attention and hit a tree with my face. It was one f***** mess that later needed 50 stitches to make me look like a human again. Somebody called 911 and the ambulance guys were picking me up in about 10 minutes. In the ER, nobody asked who I was or how I was going to pay. After the MRI scan they installed the above mentioned stitches, asked me if I have insurance, I said yes, gave them the name, and I was on my way home. That's it.
Now, imagine the above in a hospital that wants cash up front, and I mean cash, not a credit card. That MRI alone was probably a grand or two. In Warsaw, I would have to have that kind of money on me while on a bike and in shorts. Even if I did, that money would have been stolen within minutes as I was waiting for the ambulance.
Never again. Again.
While they are asleep, here is one and the only reason why I will never go to a country like Poland where they don't operate under the American rule of never, ever refusing treatment in the emergency rooms to anyone without asking a single question. A point that is totally non-negotiable to me. If I want to go to a jungle, I will go to a jungle.
Here is why. Back in 2002, I went for a bike ride through a park in Palatine. Like a complete moron, I wasn't paying attention and hit a tree with my face. It was one f***** mess that later needed 50 stitches to make me look like a human again. Somebody called 911 and the ambulance guys were picking me up in about 10 minutes. In the ER, nobody asked who I was or how I was going to pay. After the MRI scan they installed the above mentioned stitches, asked me if I have insurance, I said yes, gave them the name, and I was on my way home. That's it.
Now, imagine the above in a hospital that wants cash up front, and I mean cash, not a credit card. That MRI alone was probably a grand or two. In Warsaw, I would have to have that kind of money on me while on a bike and in shorts. Even if I did, that money would have been stolen within minutes as I was waiting for the ambulance.
Never again. Again.