Guilty insured

I had my physical therapy appointment yesterday, bringing the doctor visit total for this knee thing up to three. Doctor, Specialist, PT. The PT was very helpful and showed me how to apply tape to my knee to sort of shift my kneecap to the inside just a bit to help with the pain I was having. I realized, however, that taking the first available appointment like I did probably wasn't in my best interest. As I told the PT, the doc, who was not a knee specialist, basically said to take 800 mg of Ibuprofen before I hiked and that was it. She seemed a little surprised at that, and gave me the names of their "knee guys" if I need to make another appointment. Geez, what a system. We'll do a little test on it this weekend with the single parent group, as I've scheduled to host a hike on one of the trails nearby.

But I was telling a couple of the women at the dogpark about the knee thing, and they murmured their condolences and then we talked of other things. I later remembered that neither of them has health insurance. They can't afford it. They both work as therapists, part time, one for the school district with at risk teens, and the other in music therapy. I felt unduly privileged, and somewhat guilty for taking my health insurance for granted.