I had quite a scare today and it,
unfortunately, is something more and more people are going to
experience. After George was laid off, we lost all insurance. He was
able to go onto Medicare, but I remain uninsured because our Teapotty
Governor is refusing to participate in the Federal Program.
Well, after a particular difficult BM
due to excessive cramping....I have enough sense not to strain after
almost needing surgery for hemorrhoids, I suddenly experienced pain
to the nth degree in my chest and down both arms. I could barely
function and I have a high pain tolerance.
At this point, you might say, “Dial
911!” All I could think of was the $10,000.00 or more a visit to
the ER costs for 'chest pains”.
As I was lying on the bed in too much
pain to do anything but whimper with both arms going numb, I burped a
tiny bit. Okay, I am going to chance this as I do not have
$10,000.00, so I lie there as the pain gets more and more intense and
my left hand goes completely numb.
Finally I manage to almost crawl out to
the kitchen and get George to give me an aspirin, just in case and
right now it is looking like a bad outcome. I cannot afford
$20,000.00 for a heart attack. Cremation is much cheaper. George
fixed me an Alka Seltzer to go with the aspirin and a little more gas
came up.
I am now approaching ten minutes and
the pain is worsening but a little more gas comes up which might be
due to fizz portion of the plop, plop commercial. I decide to lie
down before I fall down.
By fifteen minutes, both arms are numb,
the pain about 6 inches below my neck in my back is excruciating and
George fixes me a glass of baking soda and water. After that, a huge
burp occurs and I think I might live but at twenty minutes the pain
is not one bit less, it is actually getting worse. Curiously enough,
I still have not manifested $10,000.00 for chest pains and am too
weak to find the Blood Pressure Monitor.
Now at thirty minutes, I have to make a
major decision as George is trying to comfort me and it doesn't
involve the10 grand I don't have but what to do about the pain. I
know that if I am dealing with gas, the hospital will give be a
morphine derivative drip and keep me in the ER for 23 hours and 59
minutes until they decide on admission which would not happen because
I have no insurance, unless their accounting department discovered I
had a paid off home to take in 90 days. I know because back in
Insurance Days, I was admitted for gas and a possible infection and
that was the procedure. So, I decided to take the one Oxycontin I had
squirreled away from my cancer days. Believe it or not, if it
relieved the pain it was to a level of not screaming.
An hour later, my left hand is numb, my
back is still hurting to where I cannot lie down or sit or stand
(irrelevant I'm too weak to stand) but I am fuzzy and miserable.
Four hours later, the pain is still
below my neck at my back, my hand is a little numb but useable and I
am semi-functional, but I have scrubbed plans for dinner and George
is fixing me a nice bowl of fresh flaked organic oatmeal but I am not
in debt. I wouldn't give me anything to lift that weighed over a half
a pound. I am even drinking my water out of the dreaded plastic cup I
bought something in at Costco.
So, here I sit thinking that most of
you are one paycheck away from poverty if you aren't one paycheck
into poverty. If you are laid off tomorrow, the odds are you will not
be able to afford the COBRA to continue your insurance. What are you
going to do if a loved one is screaming in agony with chest pains and
you know a trip to the ER is going to cost you everything you have
spent your life working for and put your entire family into poverty
from which you may never emerge?
I know, you are going to dial 911, you
think. You really think that, but as I learned today, you are instead
going to weigh the possible loss of your life against how everyone is
going to survive without a home, in debt to the medical system, no
credit and possibly without even a car to get around. A hospital can
take all of that for medical debts. Bankruptcy will take all but your
home and car in Florida unless you sign papers waiving that right and
guess what friends, that clause is in the papers you sign for
admission to the hospital. Yes, who reads that super fine print when
you think your loved is dying. My friend whose mother was dying
didn't and 3 months later, she and her wheelchair were removed from
the house she had shared with her mother by the Sheriff, joining her
possessions on the front lawn and a possible $500.00 fine for having
them there by the city and no possible way to move them with nowhere
to go. Your house is auctioned for pennies and all debt is discharged
before you collect the nickle that is left....The fact that you are
disabled is not excuse in the new Christian Corporate States of
America because put simply, you are a useless parasite, anyway.
I hope you never face what I did today
and particularly with a child, but the odds are, you will. You will
face it with a mother, father or spouse. You will make the choice I
did for better or worse. This is what your Congress has given you.
What will you give them next year? I really hope for your sake it is
an eviction notice. Mortgaging your child's future is irrelevant if
you have to bury that child because you just don't have the money to
save their life and what kind of future will your children have
without you? These are the real questions buried in the cute MEMES
and propaganda. Do we all or a select 1% possibly pay a little more
in taxes so some of us can survive or do we buy that LOTTO ticket and
hope we aren't in the some of us? Which brings me to ask, did you win
the state LOTTO? The odds aren't much better in the survival LOTTO.
No comments:
Post a Comment