The main things that keep me sane are the airy beauty and peacefulness of the hospital building, messages from friends and family far away on earth, the mundane magnificence of the staff: and the knowledge that all of this is free and taken care of and I do not have to fill in a single fuckforsaken form or bust one precious braincell worrying about how I might have to find money to pay for the futile care of my dying deadbeat dad.
I return to this miraculous fact many times a day, in exactly the same way that I return often to the little visitors’ bedroom, lock the door and curl up on the bed. The knowledge soothes me like clean sheets and heat.
Imagine, I think in the middle of the night. Imagine if I had to worry about that stuff. With what, exactly, would I worry about it?
Tax credits to help the middle class afford insurance will become available for those with income between 100% and 400% of the poverty line who are not eligible for other affordable coverage. (In 2010, 400% of the poverty line comes out to about $43,000 for an individual or $88,000 for a family of four.) The tax credit is advanceable, so it can lower your premium payments each month, rather than making you wait for tax time. It’s also refundable, so even moderate income families can receive the full benefit of the credit. These individuals may also qualify for reduced cost-sharing (copayments, co-insurance, and deductibles).So there, Obamacare to the rescue (if you happen to be a tax attorney)!
I live in the UK. The NHS has its faults, but I would never, ever move to America - and one of the main reasons is its health care system sounds absolutely terrifying - utterly barbaric and evil.Unless you were a millionaire. I mean, the US sounds like a great place to be rich. It sounds like a nightmare to be poor.
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I'm damn lucky that she chose a family friend who was also a family law attorney as the executor (I was named as co-) and he handled all the insurance paperwork and bills and all. How could I have coped with that in aftermath of her death? I couldn't have. I could barely cope with it when she was alive and not yet sick enough to stop being able to help me with it.
The nurses and aides at the nursing home where she died were so kind. Her doctors were wonderful. If I never have to spend another minute on the phone with an insurance company it will be too soon.
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