No Medical Insurance? Join The Club!
Monday, March 10th, 2008
“Don’t believe it when they tell me
there ain’t no cure
The rich stay healthy
The sick stay poor.” — U2 “God, Pt 2″
I recieved word last week that I have been dropped from Medicare, with added overtones that they thought I was trying to pull one over on them. I know I shouldn’t take it personally (the workers are overworked and underpaid), but OWIE.
Big confession time — I make $425 a MONTH as a freelance writer (before taxes). That’s it. (And yes, it’s the best job I can get — if you don’t believe me, just try to get a job in the Philadelphia area when you have only a mere two college degrees and can’t drive). It if wasn’t for the fact that I live with my Mom, I’d be long dead and cremated by now. Mom wants me to go on Blue Cross Blue Shield insurance. It’s $300 a month. My Prozac will be $100 per month (I have to be on Prozac or I become suicidal). Lord only knows what my monthly Excedrin bills are.
That means my entire earnings would have to go to paying for medical stuff. (Oh, excuse me — I’ll still have a whopping $25 per month before taxes to live on.)
In other words — I’m screwed.
At least I’m in good company.
Hello To The Other 47 Million Uninsured Americans
According to the US Census, about 47 million Americans do not have medical insurance of any kind. There is some general quibbling as to how accurate this number is — there may only be 30 million without any health insurance whatsoever while another 17 million have the barest minimum health insurance that still does not adequately get anywhere near meeting their health needs.
Could this be one reason why there are more than 29 million migraineurs in America?
My Propsed Health Plan
If the government is going to kowtow to the outrageous price tags on even basic health care, then they should at least send us free ice cream every week. I’m not even asking for Rocky Road or Moose Tracks — vanilla or Neopolitan will do. Preferably, they should make their own brand of marijuana ice cream and send it to all 47 million of us to keep us in line. Sure, we still get sick and miss days off of work, but who cares? We’ve got marijuana ice cream!!! Not only has the pain been reduced, but we get the munchies taken cared of, too.
This is a much more sensible universal health care plan than anything propsed so far by just about anybody running for President. (As if they would actually do a damn thing about health care no matter who gets elected. Yes, I’m still going to vote, but I have very low expectations from any of the canidates when it comes to affordable health care). Sure, there will still be 47 million of us in agony and poverty, but we won’t care so much.
Off to bang my head against a brick wall so it will feel so much better when I stop.
My head has not been a happy camper for the last couple of weeks. I got over the Mother of All
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