By another name, it's Parts and Labor.
But not included in that paradigm is talent.
It was the learned talent of my neurosurgeon that has left my arm virtually pain-free - virtually, since all that is now left, pain-wise, is typical old-age meltdown.
Parts? My titanium plate and four titanium screws in my neck comes to a staggering four grand. That's $4,000 for you mathemeticians. That was included in the $17,000-plus hospital bill.
But wait, there's more...
Got the bill from the neurosurgeon the other day. For his part. For his talent.
So not counting the other four doctors I saw during the initial phase of quackery, before someone was willing - and able - to pick up a scalpel and FIX THE DAMN THING, just the doctor's fee was eighteen grand. Math types: $18,000.
And if you take a stab at an estimate for all things considered - time off work (FMLA did help), pain, suffering, and the whatnot not itemized, my neck is now worth about $40,000.
Funny, there's no mention of what room service cost.
Not kidding. Meals are ordered on the phone. And yes, they call it room service.
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