A tree trying to be a stone
And then I spent most of today dealing with the fact that I arrived at my doctor's office to discover that our health insurance provider had canceled our coverage slightly more than two weeks ago. That would be the day ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch brought them a whole sheaf of proof of residence and income, which we had already established to the state's apparent satisfaction when we enrolled in our current plan at the start of the year, but which all of a sudden we were being asked to prove all over again or risk being kicked off as cheats and shirkers. That would also be the day on which I paid our monthly health insurance bill as I had carefully made sure I was supposed to, given the abrupt uncertainty about our eligibility, which I was assured was no longer an issue. So I gave them the money. And they lost our proof of eligibility—misfiled, fed to the dog, I couldn't tell you—and canceled our coverage. Which it would have been nice to know, oh, let's say about two weeks ago. So not only did I not get to see my doctor this afternoon because I can't afford to pay out of pocket for anything in this country, there are now several appointments behind me which no one said jack about my insurance not covering at the time. I spent my evening recompiling the sheaf of residence and income and then finding somewhere from which to fax it after business hours, which turned out to be the Staples in Fresh Pond. Tomorrow I get to call MassHealth and make sure they actually received it and I did not just throw even more money away for nothing. For evil to triumph, according to the popular reception of Edmund Burke, good just has to stand around doing nothing, right? It is equally evil to build systems that, if not actively interfered with, will get people killed.
spatch brought them a whole sheaf of proof of residence and income, which we had already established to the state's apparent satisfaction when we enrolled in our current plan at the start of the year, but which all of a sudden we were being asked to prove all over again or risk being kicked off as cheats and shirkers. That would also be the day on which I paid our monthly health insurance bill as I had carefully made sure I was supposed to, given the abrupt uncertainty about our eligibility, which I was assured was no longer an issue. So I gave them the money. And they lost our proof of eligibility—misfiled, fed to the dog, I couldn't tell you—and canceled our coverage. Which it would have been nice to know, oh, let's say about two weeks ago. So not only did I not get to see my doctor this afternoon because I can't afford to pay out of pocket for anything in this country, there are now several appointments behind me which no one said jack about my insurance not covering at the time. I spent my evening recompiling the sheaf of residence and income and then finding somewhere from which to fax it after business hours, which turned out to be the Staples in Fresh Pond. Tomorrow I get to call MassHealth and make sure they actually received it and I did not just throw even more money away for nothing. For evil to triumph, according to the popular reception of Edmund Burke, good just has to stand around doing nothing, right? It is equally evil to build systems that, if not actively interfered with, will get people killed.
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Thank you.
Which frickin' Health Insurance Provider do you HAVE?
Partially subsidized MassHealth. I don't think we can afford our monthly payments and still cover rent and bills and food, but the state of Massachusetts thinks so, and at least we don't have very high co-pays or prescription costs. There are in fact some medications I need to function which I could not even remotely afford without this insurance. I just wish I did not need to pay for any of it, because it's one of the things crushing us, and I am never not going to need medication or access to doctors. It is very difficult not to feel right that this is a hard social Darwinist sign from the universe that I am not meant to be alive.
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Hey Tiny Wittgenstein, is this a rabbit or a duck?