My Trip To Traveler's Health Care Utopia

Everything was going swimmingly: I got my passport,morning!" a bubbly voice called.
found a cheap flight, and got my two weeks off of"I am sorry, I'm very sick," I sputtered, opening the
work. I was ready for the ultimate vacation. On a tipdoor.
from a friend of mine, I decided on a package tour"Sir, you are not well!" a portly, amiable looking local
of Meditopia, an island nation often called the jewelsaid.
of the South Pacific. The brochure sent to me by"Yes, perhaps I should sleep it off," I tried to close
Meditopia Adventure Travel displayed pristine whitethe door, but the guide would not let me.
sand beaches, lush jungle waterfalls, charming locals,"We must take you to our brand new hospital, sir,"
and, strangely, a photograph of their brand new"No, no, I don't have any insurance," I said, "at least
hospital. 'Our health care is free to all,' the captionnone that would be accepted here."
under the photo read. An avid scuba diver and lover"Sir, you must understand that here, in Meditopia, we
of nature, this obscure nation seemed to provide itpride ourselves in our free health care. Even Yankee
all.travelers such as yourself can get access to our
I connected to Meditopia Air flight number 13 fromstate of the art facilities."
Bangkok, and after sixteen hours of travel, I arrivedI did not believe him, but before long I found myself
into Healthiopolis Airport. Customs was a prettyin an ambulance, on the way to the hospital.
standard procedure, although it was strange whenWrapped in blankets, upon entry to the hospital, I
the official seemed disappointed that I did not havetried to fish out my HMO card, but the exceedingly
any pre-existing medical conditions.friendly nurse waved it away. I waited no more than
As it turned out, I arrived in the middle of monsoonten minutes before a two Doctors waved me into an
season. Despite securing a very quick and efficientexamination room. In my feverish delirium, I continued
taxi to the hotel, I was soaking wet and shivering byto wave around my insurance card, knowing full well
the time I reached the front desk. I wasn't going tothat my plan had no coverage for foreign hospitals.
let some rains dampen my spirit: I celebrated the firstThe doctors diagnosed my acute food poisoning, and
night of my vacation with a couple pork dumplingsset me up with a lavish hospital room, as well as a
known to be a local delicacy. Before long I wasfree prescription for the necessary antibiotics. Good
dreaming of the swimming, hiking, and diving I wouldlord, I tried to give the staff money every time they
be doing.visited, but they refused.
The next morning, I awoke to an intense, poundingI spent my entire vacation recovering in the hospital
headache, a severe sore throat, sweats, and a caseward; it was amazing. There wasn't even any
of diarrhea the likes of which I never had before. Itpaperwork for me to fill out. This land of Meditopia
was terrible, and I wasn't sure if it was the rain thatwas the perfect place to get sick. Feeling refreshed,
soaked me or the dumplings I had eaten the nightrested, and thankfully, in peak physical condition, I
before. There was a knock on my door.boarded the plane hoping to get sick here, again
"Meditopia Adventure Travel! I am your guide! Goodsometime.