Marshall or Moon plan: Help for VA needs big fix

Each time another new scandal breaks involving shoddy health care practices at the Department of Veterans Affairs does it seem a case of deja vu arises.

That the newest VA scandal, in which patients are allegedly dying because specialty care has not come quick enough as well as the “secret lists” regarding that specialty care seems as if the scope would indicate a large-scale scandal. And since the Republican opposition is always hunting the new “Watergate” or “Benghazi,” if you will, this counts as the first major VA scandal for the Obama administration.

The truth, sad to say, is that similar albeit smaller-scale scandals have occured for years. Take for instance a personal anecdote.

From middle 2000 to the same time in 2001, I was suffering from a very painful and near disabling episode of a couple of ruptured cervical discs. I was taking several pain-numbing opiates which left me in a cloud, all the while my neck and arm pain was not abating and my left hand had nearly gone numb. I had a job with insurance then although my meds were more affordable at the time with the VA than through civilian doctors.

I later would be diagnosed with depression but at this time, the pain and the opiates were leading me down the path to Crazyville. I finally asked to see a VA neurosurgeon, though that was much more easier said than done. I was told that the Dallas area VA system — I had to ask there because the Temple (Texas) VA hospital that was my hospital said they didn’t have a neurosurgeon at the time– had but one neurosurgeon. I found that incredible to say the least. I knew for fact that Dallas, like most large VA hospitals, operate in conjunction with big medical centers and medical schools. In the case of Dallas it is the University of Texas Southwestern Medical School. The Temple VA Hospital is the clinical campus for the Texas A & M University medical school. Nevertheless, I ended up going to the Dallas VA hospital where I was told it would be six months until I would get to see a neurosurgeon.

Eventually, I relented after the pressure from my boss. I saw a civilian neurosurgeon in Waco and I was able to give this doctor all the test information including a MRI, that was done by the VA. About a month after first seeing the neurosurgeon, I received a call from Dallas VA saying an spot had opened so I could see a VA neurosurgeon early. Could I possibly come to Dallas on Aug. 9? As it so happened, I was scheduled for neurosurgery in Waco on that date.

My major concern with having surgery performed by a non-VA doctor was the price. I had already wrecked my personal finances with an initial cervical spine surgery. I was not sure how I could keep from going into another fiscal black hole with what would probably be an even more expensive surgery. But I was pleasantly surprised in the financial sense at least. With the VA paying for all my expensive tests and a co-insurance taking care of added expenses, I probably spent no more than $1,000 out of pocket for my operation. That was astonishing. It was also probably the only bright light of this dismal experience. Well, that and the fact the surgery gave me a couple of years without pain and my hand no longer was numb.

By the time of my surgery I had begun covering the VA as part of my beat as a reporter. I also wrote a weekly column on veterans issues. The column was distributed internationally through The New York Times News Service. I was once visiting one of my brothers in East Texas and I happened to see a column of mine on the op/ed page of the local daily. I called it to my brother’s attention.

“Yeah, you’re getting to be a regular Cal Thomas,” my brother wisecracked. Not the comparison I would have preferred, but it was a notice nonetheless.

I began to study what was happening nationally with the VA, not just in my local hospital — where Washington had by then threatened the shuttering of our local hospital along with some others in the nation.

I found then as now, the biggest problem facing the VA — given the past and this most recent scandal — is money. Or rather the lack of a steady funding stream and the wise deployment of funding.

No doubt, I have been disappointed with Gen. Eric Shenseki and his stewardship of the VA as secretary. The former Army Chief of Staff came at a time when firm leadership and innovative thinking was needed more than ever. Unfortunately, Shenseki did not seem to offer any such qualities.

The VA under the Bush Jr. administrations tried the tired old Republican ploy of shrinking resources as a way to manage fiscally. The wars that Bush pushed the country into — the types of war in general leading to many disfiguring amputations, brain injuries and PTSD — all began taxing the VA health care systems. By the time the wars were nearly over the VA tried to offer all the services to its expanding and an existing patient populations as if it were an everyday operation. It isn’t. A true crisis has hit the VA. Years of merely funding part of the VA’s needed dollars has finally come back to bite them in the ass. The problem of long waits for care has caused some administrators to do when they are truly backed into a corner: hide the problem.

These budget problems will continue until Congress finally comes to its senses — a truly scary wish — and makes funding for all VA programa mandatory. Currently, slightly less than half of VA expenditures comes from discretionary funds from Congress. Programs such as disability pensions and other programs are mandatory but the meat on the bones for medical care requires a mandatory funding system. Once that is accomplished, the VA needs a George Marshall Plan or a man on the moon-type program to make the VA function as it should. A seamless transition of care between the military and VA should also be established.

The problems with the VA are many but are solveable.

Complaints, I have few. I have almost none. Although, I probably ate too much today, the food being free and all.

Yes, I did take advantage of one of the several offers for a free meal from veterans. I just came back from the local Golden Corral. There was a large line as always for the chain’s traditional feed bag for Veterans Day, but these folks are pros and they run people in with military precision.

The food was good. It was plentiful. Above all it was free. So the fact that I might have chomped into a chicken foot … I am not sure it was a chicken foot. It was part of some Mongolian chicken. I didn’t say anything. And I am not taking the offending piece of whatever to an attorney. I didn’t break anything. Plus, I didn’t even know the family they sat me with even though they were nice. Thus, I was able to very ably sneak the fowl food from my mouth to the plate. But heavens to Besty, Come in Betsy, that’s a big 10-4 on that 10-10 aqui!!! I had catfish, hushpuppies, shrimp, a small chunk o’ watermelon. And not to mention, though I will, a small bowl of banana pudding.

One of my brothers was in town today for a short visit. His main purpose in driving three hours was to qualify at the gun range. He retired after 36 years as a police officer. Now he must periodically shoot to keep his special retired peace officers gun permit. He passed even though it was the first time that he had tried qualifying using his fairly new Glock semi-auto 9-mm. He packed a Smith & Wesson Model 19, which is a .357 magnum revolver, for most of his years as a cop. Old school. I would have liked to try out his new Glock, but I don’t know whether the range master would let me and I didn’t ask. I am just curious how my shooting would go some several years after developing a type of palsy. Of course, if you stand at the 1-foot line a mover and shaker like me should have the ability to hit within the target area. Or get a shotgun.

But just as good, shoot, better than shooting, my brother bought lunch at Mazzio’s. I had a salad and a small pizza as he did. It was good food, free, good to see my bro too.

So on this day we honor our veterans I ate. My brother is also a Navy veteran who served in Vietnam. My brother and I had originally intended to visit another brother, who is also a Navy veteran. But he was supposedly working somewhere in Louisiana. That means he sits there and watches his crew paint and tell them what to do. It keeps him occupied.

On this day, what I am calling Fat Monday, I am full. Happy Veterans Days to all those veterans out there I missed.

Just how stupid are those folks who want to shut down the gub-mint?

Imagine how it would feel having a somewhat comfortable job only to have the threat of it shutting down two or three times a year?

That is the way it has blown during this and the last fiscal year for government employees. And we aren’t just talking about so-called “bureaucrats” whom you condemn because either you have had a bad experience with a government employee or your favorite political talking head has said you should hate the government.

Unless you are completely shut away from the government, there is some arm that is there to do something for you whether you realize it or not. Who comes and gets you when you ignore warning signs in the national parks and find yourself hopelessly lost and trapped by a hostile sleuth of bears? Who takes care of your 90-year-old veteran father who you can no longer care for, nor can you afford to put him in a home? If you get an increase in your social security or veterans benefit checks, do those hikes appear magically? No, and a hint, these increases don’t come as a brainchild of Congress (although Congress and brainchild do seem oxymoronic.) Whose job is it to ensure that aircraft run about orderly in the airways and don’t continually come crashing out the sky? Who administers and rules the U.S. military in such a way that we are not always beset by a coup d’etat?

Those are just a few instances of civilians who work for the U.S. government. And there are many more, although those conservatives who teeter on the edge of anarchy paint any government as bad, bad, bad. Thankfully, that is a relatively small number of people who side on the likes of Sens. Rand Paul and Ted Cruz.

Congress passed the Affordable Health Care Act, the so-called “Obamacare.” Now the GOP in Congress wants to ensure it isn’t funded. The country is, roughly, split over liking or disliking Obamacare. There are polls showing though that it is gaining popularity in states where it has already been implemented. And the idiot-children who want to shut down the federal government if they don’t get their way and withhold funding for the health care act? The American public is nor so inclined. Several polls reported by the conservative-friendly Fox News say the public does not want the government shutdown, even if it means de-funding Obamacare. The Republican party itself in Congress doesn’t like Obamacare, of course, but congressional members too are split over withholding money for the government to operate in exchange for no money for Obamacare.

Many astute Republican politicians can see the writing on the wall. A shutdown of the federal government would be what my Daddy used to say was a “Mellofahess!” It lost the GOP Congress the last time a shutdown took place. And the same looks as if it might happen should the Republicans be so stupid.

The big question is: Are the Republicans as stupid as during the Clinton era? I hope not, for my sake and for that of the country.

Get me outta here! Home from the hospital

It is good to be back home after nearly a week in the Houston VA hospital.

Here, where I call home for the time being, I don’t have someone coming in every couple hours checking my blood sugar. I don’t have someone coming in three or four times a day checking my vitals. I don’t have alarms going off on my CPAP machine or from an adjacent room. I can take my medicine on my routine and not that of a nurse. Although I can’t adjust my bed to make it and me sit in an upward position, I do have a bed that is not the world’s most uncomfortable. Likewise, I don’t have an attending physician followed by a flock of some half-dozen residents taking their time feeling and handling things of mine that I would rather they not handle. Oh, and even though the VA had some really nice people who bring your meals,  I now can get a meal myself that tastes good or at least is not tasteless.

I also know that diseases such as strep and staph infections can be found just about anywhere out there in the world and they can be a pain in places worse than the butt. But hospitals these days are breeding grounds for infectious diseases. It would come as no surprise to me that this infection, which I hope is now on the down side, came from that very hospital. It seems I have to go there for something every month or perhaps twice a month.

One of my doctors said what is the best circumstance was to get the treatment I need and get out of the hospital as soon as possible. He was referring to the additional infections to which I could become exposed. I said it sounded like good advice.

So here I am. It may not be the best circumstance overall but it is the best one I can think of at the moment.

 

 

A hospital stay is no excuse, but …

No blame can be cast toward WordPress (so far) relating to my absence here in the past week.

I was in the Houston VA hospital for a form of staph/strep skin disease. The hospitalization had more to do with the concern for my Type II diabetes than the particular or potential seriousness of the illness. It, the skin concern in an area which shall remain unidentified, was also painful. I won’t digress why.

Nevertheless, I am not yet near 100 percent so I shall concentrate on getting well. After all, I have a trip to the Colorado Rockies coming 10 days away. Hopefully I can figure out what to do about the inconsistencies of this blogging platform.