>Health insurance is a joke in your town

>Over the course of the last week, I’ve had two of the worst doctor’s appointments a woman can have.  Honestly, I don’t know which is worse, going to the gyno or going to the dentist.  One good thing, my gynecologist isn’t going to try to sell me some product I don’t need.  I hate it when dentists do that.  No, I don’t want my teeth whitened, thank you.  So what if they aren’t as pearly as the gal who reads the evening news.  She’s on TV and I’m not.

I’m pretty sure I have the worst dental coverage out there.  I went to a dentist in my network just to get a filling replaced and I still had to pay $111.  Seriously! Who can afford that?  I barely can.  Let’s see, do I want to pay my SMUD bill and keep the lights on at home or do I want to get my tooth fixed? I don’t care what people say, I think medical and dental insurance companies are a racket. 

From my experience, they are evil empires out for money under the guise of helping people.  You give them money, so you can afford to go to a medical professional just in case you need it, only to be told that you still have to pay said medical professional more money once the treatment is received! 

Pharmaceutical companies are just slightly a step above them, which isn’t saying much.  I wish those commercials were banned.  People think they need whatever new pill Astrazeneca, GlaxoSmithKline or Eli Lily is currently hocking on an ignorant population.  That’s why I go to the doctor…to have her tell me what I need to take to make me feel better. 

People make jokes about how slimy lawyers can be, but I am of the opinion that insurance companies are worse than any opportunistic attorney.  I don’t go to an attorney to cure a disease or prevent my teeth from falling out of my head.  It feels like doctors don’t get to treat patients anymore, it’s the insurance companies that mandate who gets treatment.  They limit how much they will pay out, which prevents most people from seeing a doctor when they need it because those people cannot afford to make up the difference in order to stay or get healthy.

Like most Americans, I cannot imagine what kind of debt I would be in should some dread disease befall me.  Yes, I know I can cut down on my cell phone bill, stop watching TV altogether and find a roommate in order to save money.  But honestly, I don’t have many extravagant expenses.  I think my lifestyle is pretty average.  So I either live an austere life in order to save money for a rainy day or I enjoy the things I can pay for with the cash I earn now, while living on a wing and a prayer that nothing disastrous occurs…ever.

>I am not Patient Zero!

>People who know me in real life for longer than 5 minutes, know that I almost never get the flu or a cold.   On the rare occasion that I do catch a virus, I try to stay the hell home and recover as quickly as possible.  Of course, this recent sickness occurred when I had to drag my dizzy self into the office to work on a huge project.  Not to mention a few social engagements I didn’t want to miss…but that’s another story.

Isn’t it funny how the people in the office who ALWAYS come in sick try to poke fun at me for being forced to act contrary to my beliefs? 

No, I didn’t get you sick.  This freaking virus is airborne!

My unscientific research shows it.  I wash my hands just shy of being OCD.  How did I get sick then?  I’m guessing it was when my 4 year old nephew sneezed in my general direction last weekend.  Then again, only 3 hours later my symptoms began.

Somehow I doubt the incubation period of the cold virus is that short…which now brings me to the conclusion that I caught this disease at work.

>Sniff, Sniff

>Oh cold virus…why dost thou vex me so?  I wash my hands with compulsive regularity.  My skin bears the scars of resulting dryness.  Yet, still I fall ill.  My throat aches, my sinuses swell, my head spins.

Intake of liquids has increased to epic proportions.  Nyquil gives me disturbing dreams about former dates who dumped me deciding to stalk me.  I have no time to increase my sleep.  The holiday season combined with my usual social schedule leaves little room for adjustment.  Why is there no magic pill to let me breathe again?