You ever notice how you go to the hospital to get better, and somehow leave more exhausted than when you arrived?

You must do it weeks in advance, through outsourced call centers, repeating yourself 14 times, and they want your credit card before they even know your name.

Check-in kiosks, assembly-line chairs, and a dentist who looks like he still needs a hall pass just to leave the room.

It includes surprise bills and the magical mystery pricing system that somehow nobody can explain, even after the bill shows up.

Nobody can explain it, nobody understands it, but somehow it decides what you pay and where you can go.

After four appointments and a pile of tests, somehow I ended up with a prescription for something that was barely wrong.