Ghost-of-a-Chance

Fuck the American healthcare system - right up Main Street with absolutely no prep, lube, or aftercare. We started seeing a doctor for Cold’s spine injury, and he’s been out of work going on two months. Now they’re saying his surgery may not be until August, because his insurance wants a specific clinic to do the surgery. He could have been cut open, sewed up, and sent home to heal last week, but insurance said “Nuh-uh, you’re going upstate or you’re going crippled.”

My husband has always been a drafthorse of a worker. He leaves his coworkers in the dust, stays late, goes the extra mile, and shows up while others no-call/no-show because it’s raining. His reward is being shoved to the back of the shelf without pay to wait for a surgery that’s needed to keep him from being paralyzed while several companies yell at us about what they’re not getting done. We’re drowning in medical bills and other bills, and insurance isn’t paying nearly enough. This country needed healthcare reform decades ago – not yesterday, literal decades ago. Instead, we have an ugly-ass ballroom for ugly-ass souls to pat each other on the back after failed or faked assassination attempts.

I’m just...I’m so tired. Seeing him going through all this and in horrible pain, knowing I can’t do anything more for him than I’m doing...and all the while, my mental health has tanked. How are we supposed to do this? How do we keep taking that boot to the ribs without standing up and throwing fists?