Hello Everyone,
Yes, I already have what seems like about seventeen thousand blogs, it's true. And I plan to continue with most of those. And I really don't fucking have time for this new blog BUT... I truly believe the need for it is real. Allow me to show you Exhibit A, aka Zee Cataleest for this latest endeavor. Please continue reading after the little note below:
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Based on the information provided during your phone interview, we are unable to extend an offer of coverage. A detailed explanation of this decision will be sent to you shortly.
Okay, so the above was a note I received a few days ago after I applied for a group health insurance plan through a professional organization to which I belong. (Full disclosure, I did change one piece of info in the note, switching out the name on my birth certificate, which they requested, for the name you know me and love/hate me by. Other than that, the note above is just as they sent it.)
I have so much to say about health care, and insurance, and the lack of insurance. SO MUCH TO SAY. I am not alone. The fantastic irony in my life is that right now, at long last, I can afford to pay those fucking insurance bastards exorbitant fees for a ginormous-deductible plan that might, just might, cover me in a catastrophe, though okay, it wouldn't cover any part of me that has already demonstrated even a hint of discomfort. But still, I was thinking, you know, let's say I came down with a little case of, oh, I don't know, brain cancer. I just don't want my kid to have to deal with that, I don't want to lose my house paying for a brain transplant, and I don't want some fucking teabaggers accusing me of sucking the government teat if I try to go on disability. See, I AM WILLING TO PAY TO BE REAMED BY THE INSURANCE COMPANIES. And I HAVE THE MONEY TO PAY FOR THIS REAMING. But...welcome to my new show:
I CAN'T GET NO (HEALTH INSURANCE)
though I try, and I try, and I try, and I try,
I can't get no
(sing it with me people)
Health Insurance
no, no, no.
hey, hey, hey.
So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to reprint some of the many essays I've written about my health over the years-- we're going to get down and dirty with the malignant ovarian tumor story, the abortion story, the case of the missing uterus, the foot surgery thing, the time I had to file a bankruptcy thanks to COBRA, the useless $800 shot of cortisone for the bursitis, the time my son was on CHIP and the pediatrician's office wanted me to impart to him the importance of Christianity and on and on and fucking on, people.
And I want to talk about other people's health insurance (and lack of) nightmares, comedies, and so on. Home wisdom tooth extraction? Trips to the ER for a splinter? Reasons you were rejected for insurance?
So stay tuned people. I'm going to report on my health, your health, and the lack of health in Washington DC. I will also alert you to sundry benefits going on to assist our uninsured friends in Austin, bring you tales of how friends are helping friends get through cancer without proper insurance, and offer sundry other health-related tales.
Feel free to email me yours: spikegillespie@gmail.com
It's high time we started sharing the stories. Good god I am so fucking sick of these insurance assholes. And I am so fucking sick of these politician assholes who are so hellbent on not letting the other side "win" that... well you know that whole story. The other day, the junior senator from Kentucky Jim "Clueless Fucking Shit Head (or is that Shithead)" Bunning singlehandedly kept 1.2 unemployed Americans from getting a one-month extension for their benefits. Yes, that's right, Senator "Look I Have Insurance Which You People Pay For But So What, Why Should I Care About You?" Bunning is officially responsible, as of MIDNIGHT TONIGHT for 1.2 million Americans (and their families) waking up tomorrow (if they even manage to sleep that is) being shit out of fucking luck.
Senator Bunning, we salute you with the homemade splint on the second finger to the right of our thumb!
