Growing up, I use to love going to the doctor’s office. I use to go around every fortnight and it wasn’t because I was constantly sick. I use to love walking through the door, handing the assistant my Medicare card and sitting anxiously waiting for the doctor to call out my name.
Sitting in the surgery, I always felt calm and relaxed even when the doctor was telling me the benefits of a healthy lifestyle and the benefits of eating plenty of fibre. At the end of the visit, I usually walk out clutching precious packets of orange flavoured laxatives and lollypops.
I miss going to the doctors. Now with my busy schedule, there is not much time to waste sitting down to get free stuff. However, the other day, I booked an appointment with a city based doctor and waiting in the new doctor’s surgery, I watched the assistant whip out a pre-EFTPOS contraption and with a slip of paper, she placed my Medicare card down, placed the piece of paper on top and swiped the machine.
Then it hit me. I now know why I went to the doctor so often. My Medicare card has been acting as a feeder to credit card. It is a credit card. You delay payment for a service that you end up paying with your taxes. The card is plastic, has raised numbers, has an expiry date and has your name on it. At the end of it, you get a slip of paper that you sign on.
In my teens, I never had a credit card and in its place, I have been subconsciously using a Medicare card. Thank heavens for free healthcare. Curse the government for the Medicare surcharge.
posted by tykang @ 1/04/2006 09:07:00 PM
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