Series of Unfortunate Events & Stupid Healthcare Delivery

It is said that we use only 10 % of our brain; it represents 3 % of body weight and uses 20% of body's energy. Yet we seem to think so much every day, we plan and schedule our days, weeks and months. From education, career growth to financial growth and security, we try to take care of every aspect of our lives.

Conditioned over the centuries to plan, live and behave in a certain way, pushing our brains to overwork and take on more and more stress. The stress levels are shooting at top speed, diseases are catching up with us faster and more frequently. We join meditation and healthcare classes, turn to spirituality and seek help in the weirdest places possible to find peace. But what do you do when you are hit with a series of “unfortunate events”? How do you cope with the daily hits?

The last one month has been something like that for me; I seem to be finding all the bumps and potholes on the roads. My health has been playing rotten tricks on me, coupled with that, the endless trouble shooting of the day to day affairs. 

Shifting to a new house every year sort of makes you an expert in few things like packing and unpacking, living out of suitcases and boxes to basically living like a hippie! You learn to adjust and become self proclaimed problem solver when it comes to getting cartons and cello-tape for knickknacks, or locating the nearest grocery or medical shops in a span of 5 minutes. Finding the quickest and less congested traveling route and cooking makeshift dinner for yourself; yeah, that feeling of independence and power does give you a high initially. But after a point you get sick and tired of repeating this annual cycle. You want stability, to belong to one house you can call home and feel like you are in one. 

The stability bug bit me this year, and I swore that I will find a place where I can stay on for a reasonable time; any duration more than one year sounds very reasonable right now. And I almost did, a cozy place I can call my humble abode. A place that I don’t have to share with anyone; where I can live on my own terms and conditions. “Ah, finally the victory is mine” moment came to an end just two weeks after shifting. 

The daily firefighting began, with that came the news of my travel to Delhi, the city of rape and abuse!
My stay in Delhi was short and completely devoted to my training schedule. Soon I heard the news of Tarun Tejpal’s case... every time I visit Delhi some terrible news related to assault on women follows. Another painful news followed soon; my right jaw ached nonstop for 3 days. So severe the pain was that I had to visit the Fortis hospital in emergency, being a member of Fortis I thought things would be smoother. How wrong was I and how efficient Murphy (the Law of Murphy) was! I had wait in line for 15 minutes to register again in Delhi Fortis hospital; in fact you have to register every time you visit a new branch. What stupidity! What’s the point of membership if you have to register and go through long sickening formality process during emergency? They charged me 900 hundred buck for the registration, when I asked the receptionist why they are following such a silly process which is so troublesome and confusing for a patient, all he could do is say, "sorry madam you have to register!" Ya dude, my sole existence on this planet is only so I can register myself at new a Fortis outlet every time I fall sick.  

Fortis claims to be a “leading, pan Asia –Pacific, integrated Healthcare delivery provider” and they have a vision of becoming a global leader. They are making profit in crores and they plan to take strategic decisions to focus growth in India. 
 
My Terrible Idea? I plan to take this up with them because this just doesn’t make any sense to me, if you can’t provide basic solution in the healthcare sector what good are you as a global leader?