The voice inside my head is getting louder and louder. It has been happening for over three weeks now. I have to let it out or my head will explode.
It’s not what you think.
I haven’t been trying any of the products I research, or no more than usual.
I haven’t become a schizophrenic hearing demons that chant “kill, kill, kill.”
I haven’t even become a Tea Party member muttering “screw the poor, screw the folks who don’t look like me, don’t touch my Medicare.” Nope.
It’s just my Dad’s voice. But he won’t shut up. He keeps on saying:
“For Cryin’ Out Loud, Lease, What Did You Expect?”
It’s no use telling him that I agree with him and that really, I didn’t expect this whole thing to go smoothly. He was a hard man to beat in an argument before, but since his death it has been absolutely impossible to win an argument with the man. He’s gone all passive-aggressive on me, the bastard.
But in point of fact, I figured that the roll-out of Obamacare would be just like it has been since October 1. Full of problems that lead everyone to bang their head on their desk, throw their laptops out the window and threaten bodily harm to anyone who interrupts them when they’re just about done. I could have told you that before the bill passed either House of Congress, was signed by the President. I could have told you there would be huge problems even before the Supreme Court deemed it constitutional.
Remember how I am an expert patient? An expert patient who has had health-and-therefore-insurance issues for 40 years? I am pretty sure I have fought with each and every single insurance company that has done business in the United States, and a few in Europe. And this includes the six hours I spent online and on the phone with CareFirst this past Monday trying to figure out the fine details of the two different policies I had to choose from. The recordings of my running commentary would not be suitable for training purposes.
So really, I think the folks who set up Healthcare.gov did the folks who qualify for insurance under the Affordable Care Act a favor by having so many problems on the website.
Because they’ve gotten just the first taste of what it’s like to deal with a god damn insurance company.
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With heartfelt apologies to my Dad, who was an insurance agent and would have been able to tell everyone that this is exactly what they should have expected.
Apologies also to my favorite live insurance agent, Peg of PegOLeg.com who is probably too busy working on getting folks covered to read this post anyway.