News Flash: Everyone Dies. It could be from cancer or a car accident or old age, but we’re not getting out alive. That’s why I refuse to succumb to the pressure to buy health insurance. My policy was canceled and the new rules mandate that I pay for coverage that includes maternity care and pediatric services. My uterus and ovaries were removed 15 years ago and I don’t know where they are. That leaves zero chance of me getting pregnant, even though Studley and I continue to try with dedicated enthusiasm.
Our grandparents never had health insurance. Instead, they grew gardens, ate healthy food, worked outside, didn’t abuse tobacco, alcohol, or drugs, and died in their old age. The recent angst about health insurance smacks of false hope and extortion. I choose not to participate. If there are penalties to pay, I’ll use the $400 monthly premium I had been paying for my individual policy. Then I’ll save the rest to pay cash for routine medical checkups and prescriptions. Cash. It’s such a novel idea!
Good Lord, I feel like such a middle-aged rebel that I might stand on my desk with my fist in the air. But, I probably would fall off and break something and then I’d need to go to the emergency care facility and they wouldn’t take me because I don’t have health insurance. So, I’ll protest from the comfort and safety of my chair.
As a caveat, I think it’s fine if others buy health insurance, especially those with children or health issues. We all make choices, and I support their decisions. But I’ve had good friends – health nuts, runners, and kind souls – who died from cancer and heart disease. Health insurance only prolonged their suffering.
My license plate reads “CRPDIEM” for Carpe Diem, the Latin phrase for “Seize the Day.” I want to enjoy every day and make the most of what I can do and be in these 24 hours. I have no control over what happens tomorrow, except for the bills that will be paid automatically from my bank account. And I took a chicken out of the freezer so I need to cook it. Other than that, I’m able to live and breathe with all the exuberance of a free spirit. I am grateful.
If I get hit and killed by a wine truck tomorrow, I hope everyone will have a big party and sing songs. Some will celebrate because there will be one less goofy curmudgeon to endure. I can live with that.