Consider this: If my eighty six year old father is ill, we have to transport him to the doctor...
Why can't doctors come to the homes of ill patients?
Consider this:
We must schedule an appointment,
and always, always wait in the doctor's office
(sometimes insulted by an obnoxious television)
And, then, the doctor never does the dirty work.
A nurse or nurse's aid does the unpleasant job---drawing blood, or dealing with urine....
And the doctor waltzes in, after we have been waiting for him, (and here in El Paso it has always been a HIM)
and then he pontificates...
Oh, sorry, they allow us to ask questions, and even make an honest attempt to answer,
but that should be routine in a democratic society, the norm, the average, not something
saintly.
The whole arrangement stinks of privilege, hierarchy, and inequality.
Doctors are not better than us, and they are not smarter, even if they are educated
in a different specialty..
I do think that they should empty bed pans, and do other unpleasant work.
Otherwise, they will inevitably start to think of themselves as being in a class apart.
What? You say it's not realistic? So, did one market socialist once comment to Michael
Alpert's ideas of participatory economics. But at this point in time, my sympathies are moving towards participatory economics.
No one should have to handle shit and nothing but shit every day. That simply shouldn't be a job.
Here you may wish to find out about the idea of "balanced job complexes".
Me, I'm going to do my best to forget about the world I live in and its ugliness.
Alas, I've not yet discovered a foolproof method for doing that, and I always find myself returning to my computer to blog about the life I know only too well....
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