I live in the U.S. of A., which, naturally, was my first mistake. As probably everyone in America knows, there have been a lot of changes to insurance and healthcare laws as of late. These should have been super awesome, but have turned out to kind of suck. There are all sorts of reasons for this and debates that can occur and teeth that shall be gnashed as a direct result, but I haven’t had nearly enough whiskey to get into all of that. This is not that story.
As a result of these changes, I recently started paying for health insurance out of pocket for the first time in my young life. This has caused me a lot of anxiety because 1) any understanding of insurance was sorely lacking in my education because of my parents’ continued belief that I have some preternatural understanding of adulthood due to my childhood habit of being insufferably precocious; b) paying for insurance requires this thing called ‘money’ which I don’t happen to have with any regularity; and iii) I have an anxiety disorder and thus freak out about everything all the time forever.
Me. All the time.
After a lot of tears and swearing and several bottles of wine, I was able to set up an overpriced plan with Important Insurance Company (TM), the results of which haunt my dreams and therapy sessions to this day. I have been less than thrilled by their services thus far, which is mostly due to the fact that, when interviewed by a representative regarding my overall health, the young man on the phone didn’t seem to know what asthma was and fell out of his chair when I tried to explain that, no, I hadn’t had any recent surgeries for my PTSD because that’s not actually a thing that can happen; I’ve checked. I then lied and told him I had no other pre-existing conditions, my thinking being that developing further medical conditions as a direct result of speaking with my medical insurance provider was kind of counterintuitive, albeit rife with comedic potential.
But I was prepared to let that all go. Everyone has bad days and I don’t expect the dude in the call centre to be a medical expert. I get it. Forgiveness was at hand.
Then I received an email this morning:
*Clearly* a mistake. Clearly.
I’m pretty sure my insurance company is fat-shaming me.
Looks like I’ve got some feelings that need eating. Thanks for making me even more unhealthy, insurance company.
The Recently Hip 