My wife recently had to quit work due to a degenerative neurological condition-slash-brain deformity. For the curious, she’s got seven-year-old, basically untreated RSD progressing on one side of her body, and the back of her brain is hanging out the bottom of her skull. This has made it increasingly more difficult for her to work. In January, we decided it was better that she stay home, rest, recuperate, etc, and try to lead some semblance of a fufilled life than put herself through the agony and shame of attempting to lever herself out of bed every morning to make it in to the office, and only make it half the time.
We figured that I’m making enought for the two of us to live on, she’s probably eligable for disability, and once I’m done with school, I should be making more than enough for her to look for a satisfying carreer that she can physically handle. In the intervening couple of years, her only job is to try to get better.
The only thing we were concerned about is health insurance. See, she worked for a large public agency that, while currently underfunded and laying people off, is big enough to negotiate a relatively sweet deal for the employees. Sure, the out-of-pocket has doubled in the past three years, but compared to what everybody else is getting, it’s not too bad.
I work for a company with less than twenty employees. While the straight-up pay and up-front tuition is nice, they’re getting absolutely KILLED on insurance costs. Understandable, of course. Our pissant little business can’t really bring a lot of pressure to bear on any of the three local insurance providers to get a better deal.
So anyway, I went to get my wife’s monthly prescription refills yesterday. I paid $342.something in co-pays. $342!!! I realize that a lot of people have it a lot worse, and maybe the fact that this is a particularly tight month is exaggerating the effect, but come-on, that’s a metric shit-ton of money.
I’m going to see a shrink this week to take yet another stab at dealing with my ADD. This guy is in-network. One of the maybe dozen in my metro-area of a million plus that’s actually on the plan. Guess how much the copay, for a med maintenance visit is?
Fifty. Fucking. Bucks.
I know it sounds like I’m whining. A lot of people have to deal with a lot worse. We’re not starving or selling blood to get meds. We have cable and several magazine subscriptions. We probably eat out more than we should.
Still, close to 25% of our net income is currently going to health care costs. And that’s not counting my contribution to the premiums, which is another $150/month.
But all this bitching isn’t necessarily apropos of self-pity or frustration. It has more to do with two little snippets of info that I read / didn’t read this week. Combined with the sticker shock at Walgreens, they really started me steaming:
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[li]Paul Krugman’s recent couple of columns on health care in the NYT. Here’s and executive summary. Basically, we spend about 160% as much as other industrialized countries on health care, per capita and as a percentage of the GDP, for much. much crappier care.[/li]
[li]Presiden’t Bush’s campaign pledge for an initiative to allow small businesses “collective bargaining” powers in health insurance negotiations. Not my ideal solution; I’m a social democrat, so I love me some proletarian revolution, but I can see how the notion could help. So I checked out his web site to see how everything is moving along.[/li]
Guess how much work they’ve done on the whole deal since he got inaugurated?
You guessed right: Jack. Shit.
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Motherfucker can come home from fucking vacation early to “save” a nearly-dead Medicaid recipient who didn’t want his help, anyway? Shithead can go barnstorming around the country letting people that the sky is gonna come tumblin’ down on Social Security sometime in the next twenty-to-ten-million years angd we gotta fix it nownownow? But he ain’t got time to do ONE STINKING FUCKING THING about the real problem that every non-stupid economist agrees is the biggest impending social welfare disaster we’re looking at?
Well…
…shit. I’m so worn out from being worried and tired and working my fucking ass off that I don’t have the energy to properly express my impotent rage. Point: Bush.