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"If people are talking behind your back, it means you are two steps ahead of them' -Fannie Flagg

No Health Plan A

I read an article this week about a woman who shot herself in the arm because of shoulder pain and she could not get treatment for it because she had no health insurance. Oh-so we can maim ourselves and someone will cover it? I can put a bullet in my boobs and have a lift? Can I slam my mouth into a wall and get my teeth fixed? I am intrigued.
I continued to read the article and found that if you have no insurance the hospital will only treat you if your injury is life threatening. This caused me to wonder what I could do to the corn on my toe that would put my life in jeopardy and force the hospital to give me a pedicure.
As I read, I found that her system of health care had many flaws. First, they treated the gun shot wound but not the shoulder. She is still in pain and my guess is that now she has more. Second, she may be up on charges for disarming firearms in the city or careless and reckless discharge of a firearm. More pain, she has to come up with attorney fees and court costs
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I think the article was meant to play on the sympathy of people in order to increase our awareness of our crappy health system. My sympathy went to any children that she may have and what kind of message she was sending them. I did notice some people have sent her money so she could get her shoulder fixed. Ah! Shoot myself in the boobs and hopefully sympathetic strangers who want women walking around with nice racks will donate to my plight.

GUEST WRITER

Her life is like a beautifully gift wrapped package with a self assured red satin ribbon tied into a seamlessly sculpted bow.
From the outside, flawless.
Inside, the empty box perfectly captures the essence of who and what she had become. It had been a gradual decline. So much so that she and others around her barely noticed.
It wasn’t as though one day she woke up and everything was different, rather the bitter, repeated chipping away at her soul began to give merit to the taunts. The ever-present voice inside her heard played back his statements by rote and delivered judgment without mercy. Now she was hyper vigilant, always waiting for the next outburst, when in fact she should have been crafting a plan to recapture the life she left behind. One step and one day at a time.
Kelle Giachello