looking for something to do with husband tomrow He has rejected crouds, (state fair renfair, swimimg, shoping, pickning as it might rain.) He stated it should be quiet and relaxing. I am looking for Ideas.
If you woke up surrounded by doctors who told you that you'd been in a medical experiment since birth and that your entire life had been a dream, how do you think you'd react?
(Post originally seen in this post by ramblin_phyl. I have been notified that it was originally posted by suricattus in her journal post. The story and words are hers, but I do believe that it needs to go viral and that as many people as possible need to get their stories out there. Only by making a noise about this can we make a change in our society.)
There is a move afoot in the nation -driven by the GOP - to repeal the new health care laws, to protect corporate interests, to defend against fear-mongering (and stupid) cries of "socialism!", and to ensure that people are forced to choose between keeping a roof over their heads or getting necessary health care.
This movement is killing people.
Think I'm overstating the fact?
Ask the friends and family of writer/reviewer Melissa Mia Hall, who died of a heart attack last week because she was so terrified of medical bills, she didn't go see a doctor who could have saved her life.
From another writer friend: One person. Not the only one. That could have been me. Yeah, I have access to insurance -- I live in New York City, which is freelancer-friendly, and have access to freelancer advocacy groups. Through them, I can pay over $400/month ($5,760/year) as a single, healthy woman, so that if I go to the hospital I'm not driven to bankruptcy. But a doctor's appointment - a routine physical - can still cost me several hundred dollars each visit. So unless something's terribly wrong? I won't go.
My husband worked for the government for 30 years. We have government employee (retired) insurance. It is the only thing of value he took away from that job. His pension is pitiful. He still works part time. My writing income has diminished drastically. Our combined income is now less than what it was before T retired fifteen years ago. Inflation has diminished it further. In the last 30 days I have racked up over $8000 in medical bills for tests and the beginning of treatment. Our co-pay is 20% after the deductible. And there is more to come. Our savings are already gone. I have the gold standard of insurance and I still can't pay all the medical bills.
Another friend lost her insurance when her husband lost his job. She couldn't afford medication and ended up bed ridden for three months at the end of over a year of no job and therefore no insurance until he found work again.
It's our responsibility. All of us, together. As a nation.
EtA: Nobody is trying to put insurance companies out of business. They will always be able to offer a better plan for a premium. We simply want to ensure that every citizen - from infant to senior citizen - doesn't have to choose between medical care, and keeping a roof over their heads, or having enough to eat.
We're trying to get this to go viral. Pass it along.
I'm going to post my story as the first comment to this post if anyone would like to read it. If anyone wants to tell their story, please tell it on your own journal and post a link in the comments. Maybe, just maybe, TPTB will listen to the slaves peons who clean their toilets before they have to clean their own.
I am adding to this. I have a house mate that is now lucky enuff to have thhe stage insurace. she has been unemployed for over 3 years due to a work related knee problem. Szhe was termanated wrongfluly when she was cleared to go back to work, then her knee gave back out. the system is not working. ask me how.
My mom used to talk about warming her hands and tost on a mug of coco. Her schoom mates werold all beg her to let let them use her mug to warm there toast. I like to warm my hands on a hot PC lap top.
Writer's Block: A real eye opener The Boyscouts handbook. the old one that had first aid and how to deal with everthing that could posably happen. Including how to set a broken leg.
laying in my crib, the snell, the feel of wet, the touch of the wood and white plastic railing, blue paint shaded by shadows from the bars of my crib, reaching for them. my mom holding me, nursing, a safty pin wondering what it was for. was blue on the head.
My husband and I have a policy of not refusing aid to anyone who needs it, human or otherwise, so when we found an abandoned kitten a few weeks ago, we took her in. I've had little experience with cats in my life, being seriously allergic, so the past few weeks, I have been learning about cat behavior. I think I would sum it up as mostly endearing, with occasional moments of inexplicable meanness. If they were human, we'd call them sociopaths. Cute, cuddly sociopaths.