Quagmire and a Zombie
I was notified via a little handwritten note attached to a form I requested from my former school district (Dante's Inferno level 14) that my COBRA health coverage runs out as of March 31. Nothing like a little warning here. The really annoying part is that without health insurance, especially prescription insurance, I pretty much become a contest to see which major body system fails first. For a while there I felt overwhelmed, as my options are pretty limited and the time is short. This would not be an issue if Social Security had not been such bastards and had just approved my claim and not forced an appeal because then I would have Medicare. Two options have already been eliminated. I can convert my COBRA insurance plan to an individual health care plan, but insurance is apparently for the healthy. Once I met the $2500 deductible, I would pay up to $100 per prescription until the insurance company had paind $2500 and then it would be all on me. Two of my prescriptions added together would take out the $2500. It allows a gracious 2 physicial visits per year. Something tells me Botox and wheelchairs and leg braces are not covered. I then checked to see if I could be added on to my father's insurance plan as a disabled dependent, but he is now on Medicare and so that is a no go. I am down to throwing myself at the mercy of the state and praying that there is an answer. I have faith that God will provide an answer, as He has never failed me before and He is not going to change His ways now. Even though it feels like I am in the middle of a quagmire, barely able to lift a foot without losing my boot to the muck, I know He is creating a way. Prayers are always appreciated.
Zombies are real, and I had the bizarre chance to meet one this week while having my blood drawn. Apparently they are drawn to Vampires. I was having my blood drawn, half listening to the conversation in the curtained area next to me because they were talking as if they were on a Broadway stage without microphones. Suddenly I hear the man make a proclamation that startled me.
"And I have rigor mortis!"
Now being the daughter of a large city homicide detective, I am relatively familiar with rigor mortis. Being a word nerd, I am relatively familiar with the root word of mortis. If he has rigor mortis then he definitely wins the prize for having the worst day ever. Considering he was breathing and talking, and I later saw him shuffling down the hallway, I can say with some certainty that he is not fully dead. This leaves one of two choices. He is out of his mind insane or a zombie. He never called out for brains, but given the cumulative IQ of the staff it would have been a meager snack for him and my brain is so scrambled it probably would cause an ulcer. I am guessing the guy is a little stiff in new situations and sticks out a bit at parties. I wonder if I get a diagnosis of rigor mortis of Social Security would approve me then? :)
February 20, 2011 at 9:05 AM
" insurance is apparently for the healthy."
Wooh, I get that sentiment. I am so sorry you are having to go through this!!! We will be praying that a resolution comes that will give you what you need for health care. Man. I am shaking my head at the ridiculousness of this sitution for you. Unbelievable. I wish we could help somehow.
I don't know if this will help any, but sometimes when I reflect on our situation with Dakin the words of the hymn "Praise to the Lord" come to me: "Hast thou not seen/How all thou needest hath been/Granted in what he ordaineth."
I admire your faith immensely. Again, we will be praying.
And the zombie story is hilarious!! I love your writing!!! You have such an amazing voice.
February 20, 2011 at 11:45 AM
first things first, I WILL as always be praying, second your writing needs a wider audience! :)
February 20, 2011 at 9:15 PM
Me Three in the Prayer Tribe.
And the those who appreciate your writing, humor and faith in the face of dwindling ideas.
Surely there is someone who has an idea for you? Someone?
Barbara
February 20, 2011 at 10:53 PM
My father always used to use the term "rigor mortis" in reference to his arthritis. Must be a generational thing. I'm not a big pray-er, but I will bust one out for you. For real.
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