Health as a commodity.
If you want treatment, pay and if you can’t pay… too bad for you. Making the healthcare system inefficient is a brilliant strategy to hand it over to private individuals, trampling on art. 32 of the Constitution. Perhaps. We certainly read the note from Dr. Miserendino, extraordinary commissioner of “Azienda Zero”.
The Commissioner angrily responds to an elderly gentleman, unable to carry out urgent tests in his own city, inviting him on a tourist tour of Calabria, in order to carry out urgent health services.
The essence of the Commissioner’s note is the confirmation of how it is impossible to perform an “electrocardiogram” in the city of Catanzaro.
We need to move. How distant the velvety world of “blue cars” is from people’s daily lives.
We should ask the Commissioner how a sick person, close to ninety years of age, can organize a tour of Calabria.
At this point all that remains is to raise the white flag and invite those who suffer to go to the private sector, for a fee… and then the place to have the longed-for electrocardiogram is found immediately.
Health in this country is a caste privilege, if you can afford it you get treatment otherwise you keep quiet.
After all, these are the obvious consequences of the crazy decisions to allocate to private individuals the resources necessary for the functioning of the public service.
And in doing so, the progressive impoverishment and emptying of the public ends up affecting the weaker classes first and foremost.
Curious then that no one said a word about a truly mortifying circumstance.
What was one of the largest and most efficient hospital facilities in the south is now unable to guarantee an “electrocardiogram” in the coming years. Yet the Region reassures us: “come on, just take the car and cover 100 km…or pay and shut up”. But how is it possible that, despite President Occhiuto’s propaganda, if you pay for the place you can find it immediately otherwise you might as well die? The message is all too evident and those who profit from our lives are grateful.
