Obama On My Mind
I’m back from the Pittsburgh ComiCon and as always, it was a great show. Stan Lee brought in a nice crowd, we had a very well placed booth, and I met some new people. So all in all a success. On the social side, things were pretty tame compared to past years due to the Raddison being closed and everyone being scattered between five different hotels, most of which not in walking distance of each other. But the Rad will be back in April, so no fear True Believers!
Unfortunately for most of the weekend though I was sort of checked out mentally. Because the day before I left for the con I spent a very uncomfortable hour on the phone with my rep at NEBA -the New England Business Association. What NEBA does (in theory) is allow small businesses and the self-employed gain access to health care by allowing us to act as one large group and bargain for lower prices like corporations and state agencies do.
I’m gonna warn you now that this is not my typical blog post. I spent most of the morning debating whether or not to even write it. It’s got none of the usual sarcasm, silliness, and mock outrage that these things usually contain. I tried to do that. I really did. But my head’s just not able to access that space right now. So you guys who read this blog for a quick laugh or to escape the boredom of the moment might want to check out here and come back next week.
Health insurance has always been the one major drawback to being self-employed in this country. Even with NEBA’s help health care for my daughter and me has typically cost me two or three times more than it ever did when I worked for someone else. Assuming that most of you guys who read this blog either work for someone else or still live at home that’s probably something of an abstract concept for you. So imagine taking your cell phone bill, your cable bill, and your average car payment. Now instead of paying them once a month, pay them twice a month. Or to put it another way, take your rent/mortgage and double it, then increase that monthly payment by no less than $100 every year. It sucks eggs. Especially since that will only get you the most rudimentary of insurance plans, meaning that you pay more than most people for doctor visits, prescriptions, and hospital visits. Or to stick with the home analogy, the double payment doesn’t cover busted water heaters or leaky roofs.
The solution that most freelancers have for this is brutally simple -don’t get health insurance because you can’t afford it, pray nothing bad every happens to you, and if it does, go to the emergency room where they charge you six times the going rate. Since you probably won’t be able to pay that bill it drives up the cost of insurance for those who do have it. Until they can’t afford it anymore either.
But what are your options? In America? None.
Before you take a shit on the self-employed, refer back a few paragraphs and ask yourself this; could you afford to pay your rent if it suddenly doubled?
I feel that I speak for most of us in my situation when I tell you that I work my ass off to put food on the table and keep a roof over my family’s head. You can certainly argue that my job is way better than most, but you can’t deny that I put in almost double the work hours of your average gainfully employed person for a lot less money. I enjoy being a productive member of society, and I actually enjoy paying my own way. I take a great deal of pride in the fact that I do what I do and there is a real sense of accomplishment in doing it on my own.
What I have a real problem with though is a system that is unjust in the extreme and at its core is very, very broken.
The idea that socialized medicine is free medicine is so fundamentally stupid that It’d be laughable if so many people didn’t believe it.
I have friends and family in the UK, Canada, Germany, and Switzerland. All First World countries with government run health care systems. They pay for that health care via their taxes. None of them feel that there system is perfect, but they universally tell me that it’s damn good in their experiences, regardless of how American media often portrays them. With a few of them I’ve actually sat down and run the numbers and even when my health care cost less because I worked for someone else it still cost more than in these other places. And looking at numbers alone it works just as good as our system in terms of illness treated, diseases cured, and average life spans. The big difference is that everyone gets coverage, not just those lucky enough to be able to afford it.
Until last Friday I was one of those “lucky” people. While it meant that I had to give up many things and make many compromises in my life at least I knew I was covered. I didn’t mind that I had to give up cable, I don’t miss taking vacations, and I am pretty well resigned to the fact that I rent a shit-box house in a fly-speck of a New Hampshire town because I can’t afford to live anywhere else. At least I had piece of mind that when my child got sick she would be taken care of.
At least until last Friday.
Now we have passed through the looking glass, and Wonderland is fucking terrifying.
Now we have to chose. Do we go without insurance, squirrel that money away for an emergency, and pray like fuck that we never have one? That’s one option. I wish I could tell you that putting the Widget and me on Dorinda’s plan that she gets from her job was a solution -but that would actually cost us more because her employer doesn’t cover employee’s families. They just let you buy into their shitty plan at full cost (about twice what we can afford). And then there’s option number three -keep paying what I pay now, but drop the Widget from my plan and hope that nothing happens to my beautiful little girl. So my options are basically: Insane, Impossible, or Inhuman beyond fucking comprehension.
Nine year ago on July 27th I was diagnosed with a disease that if left untreated would have killed me. That’s not a supposition. It’s just medical fact. It took months of treatment and many more months of recovery, both mental and physical. In a lot of ways that experience was one of the greatest of my life. Because until you really look at death it can be very hard to appreciate being alive. How many twenty-four year olds really understand that their lives are going to end, and it might happen a lot sooner than expected? Because when people say “life is short”, it’s not a fucking joke. It makes you appreciate things. It makes you reevaluate things. It gives you the courage to understand that as an individual your existence really is meaningless, unless you take the steps to give it meaning. It helps you have the balls to take risks and ,(as horrifically corny as it sounds), follow your passions.
If I’m diagnosed with cancer in 2010 I will die. It’s as simple as that.
Currently only two of the four people who work on Atomic Robo have health insurance, despite the fact that we all work long and hard as our jobs, pay our bills, and try to give a little back to the world in the form of what we create. In a few weeks it will be just one member of the team. And if our Canuck leaves Canada to be closer to a person they care about, it will very likely be zero.
No one is asking for handouts. Institutional charity is bad for society, and bad for the human spirit. But what people are asking for, and should be demanding, is an affordable system that everyone has access to. We live in a country that happily pissed away billions of dollars and tens of thousands of lives on an illegal and pointless war that has benefited no one (except the military-industrial complex), but we can’t see the point in spending a fraction of that on making it possible for sick people to get treatment.
Whatever compromised half-measures Obama manages to crap through Congress is almost beside the point for me right now. Nothing will take effect for several years, and my emergency is right the fuck now.
I don’t know what to tell you guys. I’m sorry this was a bummer of a blog post. The Internet in general, and this slice of it in particular, is pretty much all about escaping from reality. But the real world is a fucked up place and it’s where we live physically if not mentally.
If I’ve offended anyone I guess all I can say is, fuck you. Feel free to stop reading my book, and I hope you get to walk a mile in my, and all the rest of our, shoes some day. The way the economy’s tanking that day will probably come pretty soon.
I promise I’ll be back next week with the usual inane dribbery. It certainly is a lot more fun to write those blog posts than it was this one, and if I can make a couple people chuckle it makes me happy too.
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