Insure My Health, Boys!
I hate paying for insurance - car, shipping, pet, paper, plastic, death, but especially health insurance. It is the biggest government sponsored sham this side of the sinking of the Lusitania. Because of this negative attitude I harbor and our thin finances, we are currently living without any health insurance. Also, our computer has no virus protection. We are living dangerously, and we don't give a damn! So if I were to choke on my Crisp Berry Crunch cereal right now, I would be in big trouble. And that's exactly where I want to be, if any of you Republicans are reading this. I want to be on the edge of financial disaster, simply because I am a Communist Leach. (That is sarcasm; in case any of you Republicans are reading this)
Anyway, if I were to go to France next spring (mid March through mid May) I would need to show proof of health insurance to the school. Therefore, this gives an excellent chance to all you I-hate-Steve-for-leaving-his-wife-so-he-can-become-a-expatriot-
-in-France-(of-all-places) people to have an opinion. Which is the better world - 1) I stay in Savannah, continue to live dangerously (I like to think of it as the punk rock lifestyle) or 2) I got to France to excel my education and we get health insurance (sigh of relief - now My appendix can burst in complete comfort!)? They both seem so glamorous, but I have to choose, and soon. So please forgive me if I start looking into getting some cheap "health plan" which will take 10 to 20% of our monthly income (at least) and probably not pay out if (cross your fingers) anything were to happen to us. The thought of giving that much money to some fat cat for nothing. Nothing! Why it's almost like taxes. In fact, it is exactly the same as taxes, in the way in which it effects my life, except it all goes to some middle man company, that is doing very well for itself. Where do all those profits go? I'll bet they trickle down through the vibrant economy to heighten my drab punk rock lifestyle. (That is sarcasm; in case any of you Republicans are reading this)
Anyway, if I were to go to France next spring (mid March through mid May) I would need to show proof of health insurance to the school. Therefore, this gives an excellent chance to all you I-hate-Steve-for-leaving-his-wife-so-he-can-become-a-expatriot-
-in-France-(of-all-places) people to have an opinion. Which is the better world - 1) I stay in Savannah, continue to live dangerously (I like to think of it as the punk rock lifestyle) or 2) I got to France to excel my education and we get health insurance (sigh of relief - now My appendix can burst in complete comfort!)? They both seem so glamorous, but I have to choose, and soon. So please forgive me if I start looking into getting some cheap "health plan" which will take 10 to 20% of our monthly income (at least) and probably not pay out if (cross your fingers) anything were to happen to us. The thought of giving that much money to some fat cat for nothing. Nothing! Why it's almost like taxes. In fact, it is exactly the same as taxes, in the way in which it effects my life, except it all goes to some middle man company, that is doing very well for itself. Where do all those profits go? I'll bet they trickle down through the vibrant economy to heighten my drab punk rock lifestyle. (That is sarcasm; in case any of you Republicans are reading this)
5 Comments:
I refuse to believe that marigold's job doesn't offer health insurance. How do you people live??
I don't hate you. I could never hate you.
I've been in your shoes and worse. Back when I was poor and living hand-to-mouth I didn't have health insurance. In fact, I didn't have auto insurance, either (I almost got hauled to jail for that one). We didn't have computers then (unless you count the black screens with orange writing w/ no internet access a computer), so I didn't have to worry about viruses.
Thanks for giving me something else to put on my worry list about you guys.
Yeah, it is hard to believe that a healthcare facility does not offer their employees health insurance. Butt there it is - believe it.
Jeanette, I know you don't hate me. I was only being dramatic, and a bit defensive. I take a little offence to the general assumption that Marigold and I are not honest with each other. Especially with such large decisions as an extended separation is. Marigold is incredibly supportive of me, and I am VERY grateful for it. She will get her chance to lean on me, probably soonish.
And: You shouldn’t worry about us. We got everything we need, because all you need is love. Except our love isn’t insured . . .
Bah. I can't help it. I worry about everyone I care about. Just do what Tony (and now Marigold) does. Tell me to "ssshhhh, it'll be okay." It helps. I don't know why.
I dislike the idea of paying a company to "protect" me from their own malarious code that they spread around the internet to justify their scam. Sure, there are code-savvy assholes out there (like Mr. Swanko) that get pleasure out of concocting some crazy virus, but many work for Norton.
That being said, I know it is necessary, like health insurance, and will eventually get around to it.