My last (I hope) visit to a VA physician, newly arrived by her accent, found my hopes raised by her description of a particularly effective new medicine. She used it daily. Wondrous results. No more hip pain.
Could I have some? I could not. It was not on the official list of medicines. She would write a prescription for something else. Aspirin salve. Sort of like horse liniment.
Appreciation for my even nominally private physician (should I be able to keep him) compounded immediately. And I knew better than to complain to my kind VA doctor doing the best the system would allow her to do.
But I could see what was down the road, and it wasn’t pretty. My health and me were largely on our own. Nor would it matter how mad a president might get about it all.