Money really does change everything

I pretended to be rich and was assured of a cure and that the problems I have in my spine are in fact the source of my woes. I went to a local surgeon in my true poor form and was told that surgery was not indicated because the disc extrusions, etc were not the source of my woes. I called the servicer of the financially affluent back and got a quote for the surgery that would give me a normal human life again. $20,000! That's all, just $20,000. I also told the purveyer of cures to the rich the results of my local consult. This wise health care professional stated that the surgeon I had seen did not know what he was talking about. My brain is furoughed with a long Hmmm. It is a documented fact that disparity of quality of care exists between the financially under endowed and the rich. The poor get prolonged and ineffective treatments when it comes to spine issues, unless the condition is a flat out undeniable emergency that will result in documentable guaranteed paralysis if serious surgery is not done. Somebody, prove me wrong on this! This is what I have seen. As a poor person, I am offered nasty dangerous spinal injections, a plethora of poisonous pills, physical therapy that never works, and the latest-ablation of the suspected offending nerves. (The local surgeon seems obsessed with the ramifications of abnormal facet movements and disc dessications) Eeeww, and boy is the procedure ever horrid to me! First, a round of diagnostic shots and next, the probing and burning. Oh yeah, it might work and it will not be a permanent solution. How exciting. Not. Many people have experienced great success (although temporary) with this procedure.  The bad thing is, one is expected to be awake and aware. I think I might just faint or vomit. Needles, probes, and no full intubated anesthesia. Sadistic. I'm seriously considering enduring this though. I'm extremely afraid of ending up worse than I am right now. I can manage to feel not like blowing up the world or myself if I am careful not to do certain things, and if I have periodic reclining times. I really don't know if I can make it past the first needle into my back. I almost fled at the suggestion today. Well, I have the next nine years to think about it and plan my exit strategy. In the meantime, I'll do what I can tolerate doing.