First response: grateful. Then, the subtle discomfort of knowing that I’m only grateful because it gives me a few more years to avoid confronting My Health in a system that’s profoundly fucked up, but benefits me for now.
Drama. noun. My doctor saying in the middle of an appointment that I can afford this referral because the health care plan was just upheld.
The question is: what—and more importantly, who—will I rely on when I am too old to stay on my father’s plan, and too stubborn to take a job that makes me miserable but has health coverage? Because that’s really the crux of it: that our health care is intimately and grotesquely intertwined with Earning An Income.
Irony. noun. Working a job that makes your body curl in a chair and stare at a screen all day because you need ongoing health coverage. Working a job that shuts your body down because you need to build your body up.